A gushing wind charges,
through my thoughts and leaves,
caught by surprise, broken,
by seasonal peeves.
Once true to intense monotone,
leaves start falling to show colour,
yellow, amber, crimson and brown,
clutter my head like no other.
The sound of mellowness crunches,
beneath a changing gait,
until a scattered, playful blanket,
gives way to autumn fate.
Autumn is in the leaves,
no other season can relate,
a periodical festivity captured,
in leaves of colour so ornate.