Autumn Sadness

It must be written on the wind, those ancient prophecies of time immemorial and its hymn, repeating the rise and the fall of spring rain and summer dew floating in the fallen leaf hues; here it comes again in fall of rain hazy torrential downpour streams pumpkin and chrysanthumum dreams with color palettes indiscrete crimson reds and festive oranges faded greens and yellowed brown beats; slipping into shadows of midday gloom and the quiet stillness of the autmn fall where neither sun nor flower bloom ready now for winter sleep as all life rests in momentary pause in wait of thanksgiving and Christmas treats; in the solitary seasons hush memory recalls the times long gone as nature paints the earth with its newest brush.