Autumns Breath

The sound of tree branches thrashing

Against my widows.

The wind subsides for a moment then picks

Up.

Cool is the air that floods this moment.

As I sit in the sunroom watching the summer

Die and the birth of Autumn.

Silently the leaves fall in a thunderous

Crash.

I taste the fire from the farmers fields,

And the end of the song birds singing, replace

With the cawing of the raven and the quacking of

The geese.

This is the end of long days at the beach.

This is warm bonfires with friends, snuggles

And cold nose kisses.

This is the Summers End

Sept 12/12