Saga of Autumn

Old and worn out yet brighter than ever; the golden time of year has arrived oh dear. Families of shadow shedding there bearings; elegantly they fall wishpering last words of departure. As the calm breeze tickles their sprinkled laughter prickles; formal in their crispy brown they glide together embraced. earth cozy under blankets waters shimmering in their yellow; smell of aging nature swirls around with moisture. skin and bones they stand yet glamorous in their posture; the solid tears of sky on it's way to meet them.