AUTUMN

AUTUMN

So here comes Autumn, late October, falling leaves, bitter wind with Nature’s slumber.

Now I’m here on the bus, off to foreign parts with rain cascading battling the howling wind.

I hear it whistling through the gaps blowing leaves like confetti from a belated wedding.

Cars at the garage sit like icebergs stranded foretelling of Winter to come. I think of

Autumn, of turbulent weather, of times to come, of the year gone by as I journey to Autumn. Will my life be turbulent free or like the blowing leaves, in motion?