last week

the bite of autumn

caught me unawares

it felt right

amidst the flirry flurry

of leaves

falling

as shares

around the world

yet infinitely more beautiful

bearing the imprint of the Maker

not Man's vain hand

I startled

as a flight of winged pigeon

swirled and swooped

seeking direction home

tourists raised their pointless brollies

squirrels

scitter scattered

the red green

leaves

it seemed

to me

the Earth was changing

but could we?