Autumn's Change

The golden yellow’s russet reds Rain down with Autumn's changing hue. The bleak grey skies awash my dawn Instead, I yearn for Summer’s blue. Cool breezes blow throughout the day The golden yellows russet reds. Transition time of seasons bring This change of Autumn's carpet beds. Like Autumn leaves these words all fall Then scatter wildly on the page. The golden yellows russet reds Remain, and like this poem age. When night has turned into my day Will autumn colours stay instead. Or will they wither, blow away? The golden yellows, russet reds.