Apart From Worldly Things

Scattering

The supple green of summer's shade

has curled to russet-gold brocade,

just waiting for a blustering

to shower autumn's lustering.

A sky of sapphire seems to hold

the promised wish of summer's gold,

yet rain will soon come pattering

as promises go scattering—

and wishes gust while heaven grieves

to watch the tumbling autumn leaves.

[a fall poem that I wrote last year. please vote and comment!]