Autumn

"The tree blushed - a rude blast of air Betrayed a shapely bough.  My saddened heart aware. 
That Nature's clock was chiming,  I froze upon the twelfth Clanging tone, caught alone, 
Staring at a creaking door -Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,  Pirouetting in her leaves, 
While agitated summer creatures Backed away resignedly, 
Sighing in protracted breves. I turned; gave company; We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away."
 Mark R Slaughter 2009