Clouds of Autumn ©
            By Artemis Quill  2025
“No complaints, overpowered with blessings”
In autumn's hush, where twilight whispers low,
A fleecy host of clouds doth gently ride,
Across the sky, in soft, white folds bestow,
Their shadows dancing, like a gentle bride.

Their billowy masses lift and softly glide,
Like wispy brushstrokes on the canvas wide,
Painting the heavens with hues of gold inside,
As sunset's fiery edges start to subside.
The trees, they stand as sentinels of old,
Their leaves, a rustling whisper, as the wind doth hold,
And in their branches, nature's final tale unfold.
For in this season's fleeting, fading light,
We find a peace that's hard to grasp in night,
But in these clouds, a beauty takes its flight,
That chases sorrow, and brings forth delight.
But when the winds do blow, and darkness starts to creep,
The clouds disperse, like scattered leaves that sleep.