With shuddering of shuttle,
the warp meets the weft – Autumn’s
art in sunset tapestry.
Rhythmic cycle weaves copper
to crimson, scarlet to gold,
pattern passed down from ancient
hands. Loose threads are expertly
battened, strung between starry-
crisp nights and harvest-filled days
building texture as leaves (and
cloth) are shed, Autumn’s nimble
fingers flying to keep up.