Autumn On the Walking Mall

The sun hangs gilded I savor the warmth as autumn trees glow like fire flickering through hoar frost mountains loom proud into cloudless blue like white-headed old men watching over the world the sweet smell of pies, cakes and bread mix with chocolate as they escape from stores lining the street wisps of frozen breath drift from shoppers lips it suspends in the clear air for an eternity it seems Oh, the beauty that God has provided this day going unnoticed by eyes glued to small screens in idle hands