Under Golden Domes... Poem by Julie Anjani

Under golden domes of spreading boughs,
I am walking home with dressed-up alleys -
This is my sweet city decorated with
The yellow autumn tents of maple crowns.

Tsunami of the mottled patches soon surrounds
With a fiery wave, disturbing nature's peace;
The city air is filled with refreshing breeze
Of the sodden foliage covering the grounds.

The autumn fascinates with muffled sounds,
A bright gouache of scenery, leaf fall from the trees.
I want to look for hours, wondering at this
Carved maple leaf that flew through window once.

My welcome town enchants with beauty, drowns
In the golden alleys for the centuries.
Rustling under feet, the fallen figured leaves
Share their song with me and rainy clouds...