I feel a poem coming on 
a rush is rushing 
I feel a poem coming on  
the artists palate of autumn leaves 
yelling at me to receive 
and take back to the land 
to where there isn’t any colors 
where tree remain baron 
even though sun shines 
and breezes twirl 
I feel a l poem rising up 
as though I am going to sneeze 
bright brilliant colors of autumn specialties 
A poem has arrived 
welcome in poem 
Here unpack 
and move in.