Upon a clear and frosty autumn morn
I found myself caught in a gentle storm
No lightening flashed across the azure sky
No thunder rolled and all the ground was dry
No rain or snow, no whisper of a breeze
And yet a shower fell beneath the trees
Swooping and swirling
Drifting and diving
Wafting and weaving
Floating and flirting
And while the leaf-drops all around me fell
I stood entranced by nature’s silent spell
Kaleidoscopic colours filled the air
And mesmerised, all I could do was stare
A light-and-motion dance that left me high
A tempest raging quiet as a sigh
— Wayne Visser