Autumn Sonnet

The solar perigree is all too brief, departure signalled by the falling leaf, bright colours in their duller Autumn hue can glisten in the early morning dew. November mists obscure the rising dawn as coldness primed with frost welcomes the morn, and sometime lingers into early night with damp, translucent, eerie demi-light. Some random days remind of Summer's call to warm the country lane and urban sprawl, their brevity prologues advancing cold, already settling in, the Winter mould. The visusl beauty drifts as shifting sand, inexorably, just as Nature planned.