Diamonds

Nothing says Autumn like the first cobweb brushing your face; so I hope this qualifies for MonoMonday Autumn. Little poem 'what I wrote' on the subject.
AUTUMN.
 
It’s the subtle shift in the tone of light
and a softening, mellowing haze.
It’s the guttural cry from the arrowheads
of the northbound, home-bound geese.
It’s a hint of woodsmoke in the breeze,
a plume from a pile of leaves.
It’s the crisp golden carpet laid down in the woods
crunching beneath your feet.
It’s the crimson lacework overhead
embellishing the pale blue sky.
It’s the scream of the gale in the groaning trees
as it snatches their glory away.
It’s a cloud of breath on the frosty air
a portent of winter to come
It’s the shimmer of diamonds on a spider’s web.
Mists veiling the valley floor
It’s a rosy apple
It’s a field of ripe corn
It’s Autumn.
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