Autumn

I smell autumn's fragrant touch, Soft and silken with pale hues That paints its tender daintiness - In wondrous shades & half tones, Leaving weary and forlorn hearts Aflutter with olden memories, And many with thoughts of love. I touch withered maple leaves Scattered along the side-walk, Perhaps they are broken hearts Waiting for divine intervention From their painful agonies; A plight that none can behold. I see gray clouds disappearing Beyond a brilliant blue horizon, Leaving behind a dry freshness, Urging trees to turn shameless And let winds help them disrobe. I hear sweet, myriad twittering - Of birds celebrating an early dusk Along with the nocturnal beasts; With Venus gesturing at twilight. I feel it is to pause awhile, before Daylight evaporates into ether For shadows to finally convey - Magical secrets to dark angels And to the darkness of the night. Wish I could decipher them! ***********