Flaming Autumn

A thrill of autumn debutant debrief with row on row of bushes blooming red releasing winds of change upon the reef autumn bids her hues of mournful reds ; the bristle pinecone clings to scented pine and dances in the breeze then all around as trinkets fall abreast time after time the nutmeg earth rejoices without sound in gentle motion earth's rotary stirs fulfills the promise of a season's page October and November breezy whirrs find aim and turn their colors brown to sage as cooler nights attend our entourage, we welcome her by harvest's old adage.