My poetry muse made a rare appearance in reply to a friend’s blog
The challenge: describe Autumn using five senses. (I didn’t use taste)
The baby blue heavens deepen in colour,
to the azure October sky.
Nature’s beauty shines in death,
the golden and red leaves mingle with
the stubborn greens.
Winter lays in wait around the corner,
its scent as crisp as a just picked apple cooling hot skin.
Wind fights to retain its gentleness, in desperation
throws itself against the tree’s finery,
bare branches shake in its wake.
As the foliage floats in the air
landing on still green grass,
the sound foretells the storms to come.
The sun slips into its winter coat.