an autumnal chill hangs in the air
my breath drifting like ectoplasm.
My gaze leads me to orange clouds,
the nearby woods seem to be on fire
as birds sing mellifluous songs.
A dog and owner stroll on past
and a commuter opens his tin box
thoughts not on the wonder above
although this sight is nature at its best
yet the vibrant clouds turn to grey again
but in my mind...the image will remain.