Nowhere To Hide

I drove through each dancing, tumbling leaf, that rolled with great speed across the street. And as the wind blew, each did retreat to their final destiny, too brief. With such gaiety they twirled and spun, partying with unleashed energy. Perhaps they were up to devilry, enjoying themselves when day was done. Their colours were of the richest kind, gold, orange, yellow, red, beige and brown. With gentle ease they had fluttered down, copper richness on the ground combined. With this spectacle each year to view, it warms our hearts before winter-tide. When trees become bare, nowhere to hide, grey starkness against the blue sky’s hue. Stopping the car, I opened the door, treading on layers of duplicate shades. Dazzling eyes, before foliage fades into a cold and frozen earth’s floor.