Autumn Breathes

Thin gray fog
Crumples like wet paper
As the rising sun licks away the
Last icy tendrils
Of soft, heavy night...
 
Freezing sun bursts
In roar of red and gold
Across the blinking sky,
Then shatters, falls upon the aching trees
Like gleaming shards of bloody fire,
Drowns their
Sweet warm summer green
Beneath a red deluge of joyous death...
 
Purple wind whines
And chokes on ragged scraps
Of sun-scorched leaves
As bare blackened branches
Sway and snap
Beneath a blazing moon...
 
Autumn
Is here
In force.