Joy L poem

Autumn is a beautiful time of the year. Scenes to teasure. A short poem as autumn is slowly turning to Winter

 

 The silence is deafening,

every careful footfall intrudes.

Surrounded by a dream world of infinite variety –
I shiver -

feel the recent presence of a talented ghost with a brush.

Look up and see its work: an autumnal labyrinth:

such beauty to behold…

a scene to treasure: ochre, scarlet, bronze, topaz, gold.