"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
Henry David Thoreau
Autumn’s jolly tartan waistcoat was completely unravelled by the wind,
Yellow, gold and ochre ripped from its fraying hemline.
Only the shiny-red rose-hip buttons clung tightly on,
Observed by a pair of ebony crows,
I came to snip them from their worn out lapels.