Kaleidoscope colours carpet the ground
A palette of yellow, red, green and brown
Splashes of sunshine transform the prosaic
Layers of leaf-paint pattern the mosaic
A blustery breeze
tugs at the trees
Somehow they know
they must let go
With spiral flutters
as Autumn mutters
And makes her bed
with tear-leaves shed
Her blanket soon fades, leached pale by the cold
Her leaves disappear, consumed by the mould
She falls into slumber and dreaming she yearns
For the colours of Spring as the kaleidoscope turns
— Wayne Visser