The sun shone through the window <br />giving a reality of warmth <br />as outside people shivered. <br />The wind lifted hats, <br />turned umbrellas inside out <br />as people walked quickly in the rain <br />wishing they were in doors <br />in with the warmth again. <br />This was the entrails of autumn <br />before winter comes to call. <br />The season of rain, wind, <br />and leaves from trees fall, <br />the season of dying colours <br />before winter spreads its virgin white <br />across everything in sight. <br />The entrails of autumn <br />before winter comes to call. <br /> <br /> <br />5 November 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/entrails-of-autumn/
