Memories of Autumn

I have fond memories of autumn,

In the woods. The leaves would lose

Their green color, turn a myriad of hues,

And create a carpet of kaleidoscopic

Shades of brown, yellow, and orange

On the ground.

The sun would join in at sunset,

Slowly fading, turning the sky burnt orange,

An impressive scene.

The pumpkins in the field would look

Like a patch of orange jewels scattered

All about.

In the shop, the terracotta pots with

Their rich, earthy burnt-orange color

Made me stop in the old country store

To look. Behind the shop, a patch of

Marigold flowers in bloom swayed gently

In the cool breeze.

I looked at them first, then I enter

The shop and be amazed by the items

Inside.