Autumn Time
In the crisp autumn air
as the golden sun embraces
the countryside devoid of leaves
the recent canopy of colours
fell like a constant stream of confetti
the soft breath of wind blew
leaving trees standing naked
only the scent of pines hung heavily
cooler air carried it's fragrance
the crevices clung onto the leaves
daring the wind to blow them away
others caught in the wind
dancing for glee whirling and twirling
swaying to and fro in a country wind hoe down.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2023
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