Beguiled
Nature dons Autumn's multicolored shawl
as the days shorten and the nights grow long.
And squirrels stash stores of nuts every Fall,
aware that Winter will soon be along.
Geese skedaddle south in the night, like thieves,
fleeing Winter's inevitable cold,
while jade, peridot, and emerald leaves
morph into orange, amber, red, and gold.
Jack Frost chisels abstracts on windowpanes,
sculpting surreal swirls of frozen breath.
And brisk breezes scatter Summer's remains,
weaving a splendorous shroud for its Death.
October scribbles colors, like a child
with waxen crayons, leaving me beguiled.
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