the warm autumn breeze
cascading through the
sparse, discolored leaves
of the large oak tree
the cool breeze blowing
gently across your face
the light blue gentle sky
with the small whisps of clouds sailing across it
the little orange, brown, and
red dots littering the lawns
the wild river meandering peacefully
readying itself for the winter chills ahead
contempt with the movement across
its jagged rocky floor the silence in the air,
screeming to us the warning
for the upcomming dead of winter
to me this is true beauty
the beauty of mother natures artistic charms
