Autumn 2025

Dragonflies shimmer through a sky of gold.
Cosmos bow and sway, casting beauty on the fields.
Distant colours glow like silken brocade.

The mountains are dressed in autumn splendour

A touch of chill, yet fragrant still,
so pure, so fleeting, gently swaying —
the cosmos blooms, uplifted high,
a flower that knows the heart of autumn,
pale pink, it rises to the sky.