last week
the bite of autumn
caught me unawares
it felt right
amidst the flirry flurry
of leaves
falling
as shares
around the world
yet infinitely more beautiful
bearing the imprint of the Maker
not Man's vain hand
I startled
as a flight of winged pigeon
swirled and swooped
seeking direction home
tourists raised their pointless brollies
squirrels
scitter scattered
the red green
leaves
it seemed
to me
the Earth was changing
but could we?
Ah yes, St James. Bringing back memories from the 50's. It was great as was Hyde. Your point about change stuck as if an after thought at the end begs the question of will that be the last question we ever ask. Very nice sir. I enjoyed greatly.
