Gold, red and yellow forming an arch

Signalling autumn’s inevitable march

Overhanging the street, a perfect view

Appreciated only by the select few

The sun’s fingers reach between the leaves

Impacting pedestrians in long sharp sleeves

Above the canopy the blue of sky

Stretches forever, stealing the eye

Then it is gone, winter has come

This once beautiful place is now a slum

Never fear however, for when winter is past

Through the canopy sunlight again will be cast