Crisp descent
As if from heaven
Autumnal leaves
A naked branch
Among its brethren
In the chill
As crickets quiet
With the rising
Of fall's late sun
On bare branches
The birds remember
Cherry blossoms
Squirrels dart
Among brown leaves
This fallen world
Growing darker
As trees shed clothing
Each step rustles
Among the children
None are strangers
At the park
How cold the breeze
Of fall's growing song
Through tree and bush
I can see my breath
As my nose gets
Cold and runny
Spinning downward
Red and amber
At my feet
As branches turn
And change their shade
The tea cools
Fall's whistling breeze
Squirrels and birds
Listen closely
How cold the breeze
Of fall's growing song
Through tree and bush
The sycamore carpet
With earth tones from
Pine, oak, maple
This wobbly decent
Into the cold
Of summer's memory
The sparrow in fall
Fluffs up her down
Against the chill
Down from branches
All the while
Fluttering
Frost from grey skies
Gathers on the green
Already melting
Doing chores
The sudden cold
Stings my nose
Emerging on eight legs
To spin silver
From under the sepia carpet