Autumns rich mellow flavoured air

Unmasked,  the trees are now bare.

 

Seldom do we hear the birds sing

When the Autumn leaves are falling.

 

Smoke trails from the burning leaves

Carried on the light cool breeze.

 

The scent of spiced apple days

In the suns golden haze.

 

The Pine towering heavenly high

Dropping fragrances on passers by.

 

Smell the crisp refreshing air

Wind is blowing everywhere.

 

The leaves scatter without sound

Gently cascading to the ground..

 

©  Hazel