twists of yellow.



Leaves now change
twists into yellow, brown
where soon they lay upon the ground.
To crush under feet.
Now woods not so silent stir and say
autumn comes but will not stay.

Swallows leave us
on swift wings with breeze
among the clouds they soar with ease
flying over cliffs to distant shores
where cold waves of foam
mix up the cool wet stones

Misty fog of chilly touch,
catches many unaware.
The first frost is in the air
last flowers holding onto light
Will be gone by the end of night
To hold to life within their roots
keep protection for their shoots.