Nature of Autumn

few colors, but green a Fall stand out spotty, the Southern reds beautifully shaped teeny, not trite the fallen up North, pleased by ample leaves the tumbler of hues crimson and gold over my shoes as if snow trees on both sides of the streets, a treat still, I know my yard will overflow raring to be raked slurried by depths piled on tarps pulled down slopes agonized over forgotten the sparkle the jumping pile of a cheering child