
Liquid Autumn gold
With buckets full of rain
Autumn leaves its mark.
Huge the clouds and skies are dark.
Trees holding on to leaves … in vain.
Fungi in different shades unfold
coloured leaves fall to the ground,
but most precious to be found:
mushroomcaps with liquid gold.
Marvelous, miraculous Autumn time.
Colour, joy, melancholy
all swirl together, making me, forcing me
to express myself in rhyme.