Renaissance

Some people associate October with gloomy fogs and storms, Calm suns seem much lower than the summer it makes eyes smart, The autumn winds up his harvesting, and the out side pleasures, We stand and watch with some sorrow as the last swallows leave. In gardens, on darker evenings, are red glows of the autumn fires, A haunting time we are bewitched by the smell of burning leaves, The fires dwindle, there are glittering stars in the frosty skies, Under those frosty skies an autumn breeze sighs around the eaves, It is a time in which to walk during the shorter but brighter hours, Dressing warmly, enjoy the tranquil splendor of a fresh greenness, Time to be thankful for the good and the beauty of a summer gone, Spring will soon return and the renaissance will be a glory to behold.