the crackleing leaves

the amber, and red

the yellow ochre

the light green

all dancing out side my window

asking me to play

there dance and movements

like that of ballet

twists and turns

leaps and bounds

the  silouette of natures cycle

casting shade upon us in days of summer

holding droplets of rain like crystals in the sunlight

a simple leaf

days go bye

the ground covered in a sea of leaves

motion like waves. moving the ground

like an acid trip of yore

they eyes dellighted

the trees baron

exposing the suns light

as the crimson and orange

are highlighted to the iris

the retina percieves the movement

the pupils dialate from the crisp color of nature

a painters dream

an artist's muse

the pallete rich in hues

the canvas

is in our own  town

our own little piece of the world

natures beauty

never adorned