A poem
As Autumn swirls her skirts
and drapes the garden in her finest clothes,
subdued branches slowly brighten in artistic delight,
while ruddy leaves cast shimmering reflections
in an old pond, as a frog ages.
In the misted edge of hoarfrost softened soil,
mushrooms flourish, nestled under ochre trees.
Cooler winds test bare arms,
shy grass reaches for a modest sun,
and the season transforms with ease.
The harvest moon, a pumpkin ripe and round,
casts shadows on the last of the geese
forming arrows across the evening sky.
Church bells toll their evening sound
as twilight silhouettes dance
amidst the fading light.