flowers wave
gently in the breeze
as evening
colors the clear sky
apples hang
heavily on branches
pumpkins
wait in fields
squash soup
is on the stove
darkness falls
and all sleep
with the morning alarm
all wake
and stretch
looking out
at morning
frost has touched
the earth
everything is
crusted in glass
oh how magical yet…
with the coming
of the sun
all melts and
the beauty of the morning
the beauty of
yesterdays last flowers
melts away
into the bleakness
of winter
dancing
on the colors