The Mellow Autumn Sun
Had countless birds suddenly dropped dead
Falling pell mell on the moss green turf ?
Shadows loomed and hovered ominously
Watching voyeuristically as each new one fell in a listless stupor
Or were they really the same glossy leaves
That perked up the arrogant branches in spring and summer ?
No one knows when the final curtain call will come
Only the leaves know their fate as the mellow autumn sun ripens the luscious peaches
Copyright Lily Swarn 28.9.2020