A flurry of gold and russet reds
Garnered with silver spider webs
Parachuting from branch which it sheds,
Dropping their bounty to the floor.
A swarm of waltzing ephemeral lace
Delightfully dancing with emotive grace
A picture of nature’s Autumnal face,
Captured for all to adore.
Beauty woven into the season’s gown
Those amber flecks in her crown
A vibrancy which is only found,
At this time of year.
Delighted and held in her charms,
The fingers brush, her warming arms
Within the flurry, a subtle balm,
I’ll always hold it near.