Can you feel the dust settling?
Hear the creak of the floor?
The moment pass by and gone forever.
The end of a season,
The beginning of a new.
Leaves twirl and breezes blow,
Colours deepen and ripen
As the cold dark days approach.
Feel them marching closer,
The last months of another year.
A town somewhere, when sun goes down and colours deepen and burn out.