Skater's Show

The leaves are rusty colored, like metal when it’s old Some are wrinkled from the arrival of air that’s cold Waiting for coverage from a blanket of white satin snow Scattered piles of autumn’s memories are laying around Sometimes running away with a gust, new places to be found The ground isn’t frozen yet, but temperatures dive at night Either way, the sunshine makes everything look bright Even rusty leaves can glow, as the sparkling brook will flow Ponds will later turn to ice, shining for the skater’s show Heidi Sands 11/4/21