Like a permanent sunset that even the colours of rain cannot muddy, the fall foliage is awash in red, yellow, orange and pink...

Fall's glory inspired me to write the following poem on the subject as I enjoy a visual feast of colour from every tree top.

The Gypsies of Fall
A caravan barters
in rubies and gold
saffron sings
while emeralds sleep
weaving an amber carpet
placed at God's Feet
leaving the silk road of summer
in measured retreat
-Sharani

Related links:

• More poems I've written.