
October morn comes cold yet sweet
when autumn leaves crunch ‘neath my feet.
A spider web is veiled in white
as early frosts hand paint the night.
Stays longer now, the dark before a breaking dawn
which rises radiant on this October morn.
In russet hues deep reds unfold
as trees dance in their skirts of gold.
Leaves twist and turn in pirouette
their beauty fading yes, but yet
if just one special season heart and soul must choose
then autumn is my desire,rich in russet hues
© Stella Armour 28-06-2015