Liquid Autumn gold

With buckets full of rain
Autumn leaves its mark.
Huge the clouds and skies are dark.
Trees holding on to leaves … in vain.

Fungi in different shades unfold
coloured leaves fall to the ground,
but the most precious thing to be found:
mushroomcaps filled with liquid gold.

Marvelous, miraculous Autumn time.
Colour, joy, melancholy
all swirl together, making me, forcing me
to express myself in rhyme.