Gray clouds
race across an overcast sky
then drip midnight blue
onto the mountains
I had to watch this
and hurried to the field
the wind whipping my hair
slapping my pony tail
against my neck
I scuffed through leaves
and my senses were assailed
by a myriad of color and aromas
Red and yellow leaves
barely clinging to life
those already fallen
turned crunchy brown
Silent butterflies
of orange and black
vy with the buzzing bees
gathering the last nectars
from the purple asters
and in the distance
the crows caw
their own discovery
