Autunm dashes in,
With a flurry of color,
It swirls round and round,
Each blast stronger then the other.
Hurricanes of crimson leaves,
Flutter down to earth.
The tranquil world below,
Not aware of winter’s looming curse.
The warm fall sunshine,
And the crisp autumn breeze,
Filters down to the dry ground,
Between the empty trees.
>Starr Williams
