The days have slowed now,
and cooled beneath clouds
waiting for their moment.
Drops fall to the earth
rather randomly, and spread
with the hills and the streets.
People out walking duck
beneath hoods, obscuring their heads,
turning their gaze to the ground.
The sounds of summer have gone,
and with a splash
Autumn brings wind through the leaves.
Colours change with the time.
Trees turn to red in the cold,
and skies march slowly on darkness.