by Rabia Patel
All the colours of gold
Walking along the wall
Cold crisp autumn air
Frosts on the lawn stare
Rustling in the wind
Dry leaves around the tin
Yellow glows on the trees
Autumn shakes in the breeze
Sweeping piles swish
Along the pathway, whoosh
Autumn brings the sleep
Darkness begins to sweep.
A creation magnificent
If only humans could be so efficient.