A blushing mid-morning
Smiled at the park
The world rested
In the azure embrace
Of ten thirty am

And the rusty maple trees
Gently shook their
Long strands
With the slow and elegant
Moves of an autumn breeze
Whispering sweet
Nothings
Into the curious ears of
October

Her eyes lit up
And while vanilla clouds
Crocheted an
Intricate silk runner
Across the endless blue
Dinner table

The seasons shifted

And the sunny skies
Turned to golden winter:
A rust and amber
Shower of
Leaf-snow
Capturing the sky
Swirling

Waltzing to the tune
Of the October wind
Inviting trees
To dance