Sullenly, the primrose-pale, last patch of sun <br />Sets slowly in a moody, milky sky; <br />Above it, dissipated aircraft trails, <br />Their destinations long since arrived at, drift <br />Semi-disdainfully across some crude <br />Rough lumps of clumpy, humpy cumulus. <br />And, in the sulky atmosphere, hang, <br />Heavy in the wind-less afternoon, <br />The autumn trees, slumped apathetically, <br />Too enervated yet to shed their leaves <br />Still reluctant, as if they are forced to wait <br />For the chiding, biting breeze to shake them, like me, <br />Out of our indolent complacency.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-slow-autumn-afternoon/
