Accolades

Yellow leaves fall
like puddles of wet feathers
and the air smells
of tired rain.

Clouds dance
over the fields
and corn stalks bow
in withered surrender.

A black crow caws
across the sunless sky
and the pond swells.

I sit at my window
and watch
the scenery being set
for a new season.

Autumn-
I applaud you.

It's been a wonderful show...