As autumn fell on that quaint village
Wisps of smoke pierced the darkening evening sky
Leaves fell to their knees with gentle rustling
Not a sinner or soul near
A river washed the countryside
Winding the valley
Birds lost on the air
Colder, cooler, colour
House lights disappearing
Almost sequential
Nearly methodical
Yet periodical
The eve now still
Colder , cooler, colour