L’Autunno

 A magical painter

goes around

without a coat or

any audible sound

throws paints of red

and brown

and yellow

on the leaves, the grass,

oh yes, the whole meadow

Makes clouds heavy with grey

and swish swish – blows

flowers

in a beautiful disarray

Sprinkles droplets

on webs of spiders

wets the boots

of children pedaling Striders

I know that painter

though beautiful still

he comes quietly

and comes with a chill

thus paving the way

for all to feel

That this bright kingdom of summer

has fallen

and autumn slowly

the radiant sun

has stolen!

And oh what woe awaits us!

A winter – long,

with cold

and snow and ice.

I sigh,

then close my eyes

my body shivers once, twice

But I hope

and long

and wait

for spring

when all the warmth and life

will definitely come with a zing!