Rolling auburn crowns Kiss off the fallen leaves Racing to the ground
The descent from Scarlett Pastel smudged through to azure Tracks Mars in the South
Stoked by the mist, Leaping three feet clear Fighting the hooks free.
Pumpkin pierced Sagging eyes and jagged grin Flickering deep within.
Bronze to blue Statue down at curling change That he can’t do.
Sunlight fretted Among orange boughs Of Sycamore.
Urchin hedgehog, Russet-tailed squirrel, Retire after supper.
As clouds age north-wise They gradually crown themselves With snowy white wreaths.
Rising dust smudges The polished blue of the sky – a combine’s con-trail.
Rouge tints shy, dry cheeks Of ivy blanket wrapping Autumn tea retreat.