Today it's Autumn

I wake
Rub my eyes
As blurry visions
Cringe from crusty
Corners washed by tears
My eyes red from night burn
Reflect grey early morning sky
I feel congenial benediction within
As we suffer the eminent death of leaves
The world looks more than man can destroy.
A red squirrel’s fur gathers at the gutter
Mist circles the quiet Storm Petral pool
Soon bereft beneath a leafless tree.
Across the way in a rusty barrow
Pungent exhales of burnt wood
Flat grey ash flickers on air.
Ink-stained hands of a boy
Flicks a tabloid fish wrap
Racing inclement haste
To share a headline
With ourselves
Day begins.