Winter comes
in scarlet blushes
leaf by leaf
not in rushes.
Every day
each tardy dawn
takes more time
to stretch and yawn.
By slow degrees
the summer sizzle
wanes to frost
and chilly drizzle.
And so does Nature
try to warn
with color like
a honking horn.
More thanks to photographer S. W. Berg.
Oddments 
September 25, 2019 at 11:55 am
‘Honking horn’ works for up here for sure. š
September 25, 2019 at 12:06 pm
Oh, I don’t doubt that! I bet the trees there sound off like NYC at rush hour!
September 28, 2019 at 8:54 am
Re-reading the bit about the dawn, which I really liked, made me yawn very widely several times, so much that my eyes are watering. It’s almost alarming. They say seeing someone yawn can be contagious but this is proof imaginary yawns have the same effect.
September 28, 2019 at 9:47 am
Perhaps it depends on how ready the imagination — yours seems well-powered!