Fire, gold, and copper

Swirling,
Whirling,

With perfect grace.
Guided by the wind to land in an unknown place.

Breezing by,
Flying high.

Gently it rests in a child's dying garden.

A little flitter to the left. A slight flutter to the right.
The wind will not rest tonight.

Prowling as it comes,
Howling as it carries.

Leaves of every shade twirl and spiral across the cold gray air,
For the leaves don't care

One leaf crusades through the sky,

Slowly
Descending

Without a thought why

Side to side,
Down and down.
A single leaf on the ground is enough to make anyone frown.

When you're showered with fire, gold, and copper,
When the trees wave at you
And cold, crispy air tickles your nose and makes you feel wonderfully numb,
Then that's when you know autumn's begun.

(Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/autumns-begun)

Poem is by Anais J. Roma. All photos are by Sofie. Follow her Instagram @hiitssofie for more of her lovely vintage styled photography and warm and happy vibes.