Autumn has arrived

In the last week the crown of the elm trees in the avenue

Had warned us when slowly turning yellow

As well as the first dead leaves found

Around the roots of the plane trees.

Yes, Autumn had crept upon us,

It arrived in company of black clouds

Rolling on from the horizon

Pushed by the blustery wind

Slicing the sky in fine strata

With the sun behind it when suddenly

The silver lining of the cloud mass appeared

First as a shy bright line with a sense of the dramatic

As it blazed into a luminous blinding shadow

Capturing one’s interest on its transience

While obscuring everything else.

I’ve seen it, it really exists, so do not despair!

 L. Bailliet ©

5/03/2012