Rhythm Of A Nordic Autumn Poem by Ike Chime

Gray clouds
Moving monster
like alien ship
on independence day

Bellowing the atmosphere
running yellow leaves on the street
galloping empty cans on the sidewalk
flying polythene bags in the air

Bowing the trees
and stripping them naked
whistling the pines while
creaking wood panels

Banging on billboards
n’drumming raindrops
on window panes, while
ringing bells on flagpoles

All to the rhythm
of a nordic autumn