Misty morning in September,
Holds a summer to remember,
A leafy lane echoes the sound,
Silent waves weep o’er the ground,
The music flies on fragile wings,
See the soulful song it brings,
Hear the heart that beats the drum,
To pave the way for fall to come.
Green leaves turn to red and gold,
Branches bear the harvest they hold,
Flowers fade, yet see them sing
A song to winter and to spring
That autumn winds will carry far,
Taking the warmth of a yellow star,
To burn and keep the cold at bay,
Thereby in the light always stay.
Cast a web to capture the dawn,
And hold light against winter’s scorn,
No matter how hard strong winds blow,
Ethereal beauty will forever show,
Work woven with a simple goal,
Will always fulfil its’ ordained role,
I take this moment in space and time,
And picture it in rhythm and rhyme.