Speaking to the colours  before me,
deep down  within my inner judgement,
a bold rush of elation that overwhelms,
and strengthens the  voice that hails,
yes, autumn has definitely arrived,
one cannot argue with the visuals, 
they prompt this oral engagement, 
which I clearly wish to sustain always,
as I maintain my innate sense of joy,
by this vital imaginary interaction with,
what might appear something imaginary,
my sense of  wonder and contentment,
never  ever peaks it actually ascends,
despite sudden  vanishing summer trail,
this masked dialogue of mine I  continue,
by surviving the abrupt inter seasonal,
gradients whilst I chuckle with fervour,
at the markers I articulate now unveiled,
through the shivers, shudders, quivers,
heat waves,  sunny climates, temperatures, 
that plummet I can still treat each variant, 
as an audience member from such worlds,
 rural and urban whose voluble handclap,
at this person, me, who though  fictional,
as I engage from that platform I sculpt, 
the growth of passion for each month,
week, hour, day, second  that passes,
no matter how fleeting or slow in itself,
the words I need  form quite readily,
as does my understandable  urge to,
foster that willingness ongoing for,
integrating a pressing personal art,
that encapsulates that joy on earth,
when speaking even silently it seems,
this world and other worlds around me,
can somehow grasp contentment  on, 
whatever mission I embark on today