Autumn marches in on the incessant whirr of leaf blowers
Acrid crackling burn of oak leaves
Masking the mute mold.
Like freshly minted copper pennies
Sunrise shimmers on showering leaves
Stirring like sizzling grease.
The toffee sky reminds me of sepia portraits
As icy rain thunks pumpkin rinds
And cornstalks whisper in raffia-like soughing.
The burnished Queen Anne's lace weaves
On zephyr like wings as a golden pheasant
Flushes from the brush.
Acorns plink-plunk earth's musty mattress
Concord marbles beckon pungent on the vine
While road kill apples smell of wine and cider time.