Autumn leaves

The other day I was just strolling up and down,

the sun was shining shyly from behind the clouds,

reminding me of smile of the good old clown,

hiding behind the veil of lousy crowds.

Leaves kept falling from the trees,

and I, admiring their spectacular colours,

missing the buzz of busy bees,

had thrown away all my lingering sorrows.

Underneath my feet the sound of cracking,

as I walked to feel the false hint of summer breeze,

thinking of all the features it might be lacking,

and suddenly just hearing the autumn wheeze.

It was the wind fiddling with the thirsty branches,

swinging and whipping them with harsh cold,

and leaves  rising with playful rances,

were glowing like a brand new gold.