Scene 59: Falling High

The chilled summer winds slow,
falling to a slow simmering autumn,
turning a new leaf in the diaphanous waters,
swimming along the banks,
overflowing with green, red, and orange,
peeling away the stains of the sun,
rising its lucid arms up,
downing the clouds and the stars in its gulp,
drinking in the clean lights,
extinguishing explosions of sporadic heat,
chilling the calming furnace,
inhaling all the highs,
peaking at the sighs and grins
chuckling in the serenity

Autumn is quite nice, among other things.