A Blizzard in Autumn

The winter-breath whistled around me Picking up leaves that lightly landed While others were tossed towards my face. My sight was bombarded with brilliant colors. Hues as orange as hunter’s garb And tree-rubies rustled along While yellow enveloped a mellow fellow Who softly crossed a silent street. My vision was clouded but clear as well For the blizzard of color was bright and beautiful.