The mass is salacious In saturated fall colours.
a decitent palate of prisms reflected from the bright blue sky
erupting before our eyes.
Most amazing fireworks display
Of regional moments.
Breathtaking abundance making me want to dip my paint brush.
Like a gypsy dancing through trees.
Through yesterday’s leaves riding a caravan of a hopeless dreamscape.
Only to be awakened by the solitude of snow falling on an endless dream
