Silent Nights

Soaring through the boundless sky,
Leaves of gold sway gently,
Caressed by wind.

Golden threads break free,
Whirling and twirling,
In whimsical dance.

Sunlit leaves descend gracefully,
Painting air with radiance.

Whispering along the street,
In a dry and timeless ballet,
Leaves glide on worn-out feet,
Advancing steadily.

Breathless,
Restless,
Golden leaves spin,
Creating spirals,
Circles,
And curls.

Fleeting golden sparks
Illuminate gutters,
Flaring and flickering,
In a rush of vitality.

The brisk wind whispers,
Hushes,
Hushes,
Hushes.

And in that fleeting moment,
Silent and cold,
Across the lawn,
Lie dull pools of gold.

:: 06.07.2023 ::