Wind is chasing clouds

An original poem-- hopefully it captures the coming of autumn to Aroostook County!

Wind is chasing clouds
across blue expanse;
sun shines benevolently on this day.
Wind causes joyful rustles as
tree finger-branches release
their bouquets to the swirling grasp.

Bursts of radiant red,
shades of bordeaux, of crimson, of scarlet, and of fire,
blaze and cull the eye.
Orange—dark, bright, deep or warm,
bend and wave.
Yellow in saffron, gold, and honey,
thread among the remaining stubborn green.

There is warmth today,
a glow both earth and sky.
As though with the coming of Autumn,
Summer sighed and shrugged
all held back green and promise
released for my eye alone.

This is my day.
Study of wind, sky, tree, and grass;
breathing deeply of the new-found crispness
and hearing Autumn scratch away at
Summer splendor.

How dare the day grow shorter?
Barest branch conducts
cloud in scuds across
truest blue.
Chill nips,
it is almost time for a coat.
Loathe of a move,
to step away from
Nature’s most radiant
joyful noisy dance.

Sun gently bows
acknowledgement
of meditation
and respect given today.
Palest pink blush,
a kiss from Sun,
and the day gently turns to the dusk.