Mellow Autumn

Autumns rich mellow flavoured air Unmasked, the trees are now bare. Seldom do we hear the birds sing When the Autumn leaves are falling. Smoke trails from the burning leaves Carried on the light cool breeze. The scent of spiced apple days In the suns golden haze. The Pine towering heavenly high Dropping fragrances on passers by. Smell the crisp refreshing air Wind is blowing everywhere. The leaves they scatter without sound Gently cascading to the ground.. Hazel Connelly 23/10/12 Up In The Autumn Air Russell Sivey's contest