Many Shades of Autumn

The leaves are turning

Letting fall a trail of tears

Lazily drifting on the breeze

And the last petals fall like rain

Following an errant wind

Which rings like laughter

Playing in the shadows

Amongst the trees

A butterfly dances

Lighter than the perfumed air

And through the blue hours

In between

It never heaves a sigh of care

The many shades of autumn

Flow, diaphanous

Like a silken veil

And through these lacework windows

The sun is somehow

Already

A little pale

© Ann Bagnall 2020