Autumn's Breath
The breath of autumn, from behind a veil
of days lit golden, comes! The sun will fail
to keep its fiery hold on us, and soon
the trees will softly hum nostalgia’s tune
as flutter-leaves reveal the season’s tale.
Before fall’s glorious leaves begin to sail
off limbs of dying trees when chill winds wail,
more welcome is (in nights beneath the moon)
the breath of autumn!
The bright hues of the season - never stale -
stay warmly for a while before they pale
and winter brings to us its cold and gloom.
Enjoy the harvest days; they are a boon!
Release your soul to nature and inhale
the breath of autumn.
For Gail Angel Doyle's Autumn's Breath Contest
Now for the Late October contest of Brian Strand
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