The howling army of adventurous children scatters beneath
the giant tree, crushing the delicate autumn leaves
with satisfaction and delight.
Brightly-pigmented crisp leaves spiral down gracefully from
the bare branches like elegant ballerinas, only to be thrown
around by the violent rush of wind.
A deep chill hangs in the aggressive autumn air. My shaky
hands grow numb as I throw piles of leaves into the sky.
I wonder where all the beautiful colours of autumn go
during summer and spring.