Season With a Twist

Dry Leaves wind around the squirrels tree,
Grass with a natural hangover of dew,
Rubbish barrels scented with debris,
Street lanterns, lit in a horizontal queue.

Rusty Fog settles for no one,
Car candles, glide through the dense mist,
Crisp Brown leaves at the feet of everyone,
Autumn, the Season With a Twist