Autumn Gently Flares

Summer storms are thrashing trees overladen with a lush glut of arboreal heaviness. Will the Fall enter through this crashing rain, shall the canopy of a saturated season crash now one leaf at a time? I see fire in the sodden green, it struggles to glow and yet I watch it grow, become and filter through. The gale breaks not a single stem, yet a more temperate breeze hammers silently, burnishing, a tinkering with copper shades until at last an Autumn glaze dabbles with bright or umber shades and one leaf gently drops.