Cool ,crisp wind of October blows untamed…
The trees, once bashful, sway to the rhythm in ecstacy.
Having transformed into a mature maiden in auburn shades they glisten,
And as the golden tresses feather through,
They go into a trance settling on the fervent earth.
The celebration of ephemeral union,
Happens in sounds of rustling symphony,
Until they are scattered in oblivion
and lay frozen by the December frost
In deafening silence.
PICTURE CREDIT: PIXABAY