Lord, I loathe Autumn

Autumn's Ball

The leaves rustle & chant; endlessly

Dancing with the wind,

they make lovely partners.

A myriad of colours- in an open ballroom.

A waltz of freedom.

It is Autumn.

The end of their summer

and this is their last chance to dance.

Colours in my Consiousness

She feels autumnal to me.....

Autumn

I read *far* too much Shakespeare...

Thou flower of the Autumn

will thou diest for me?
Shed thy Petals, dreamlike -
wither and go 'til Spring,
only to Gift me once more