Shortened Days

Creeping morn's damp coats fen and fair Shrouded pond exhales its steamy breath a solitary crow observes the creeping cold finished fields of golden rod wave and nod beckoning yellow tailed corn, farmer's friend ripe stalks stand, a season's offering air is still, undecided rain or shine languid warm memories of summer fun blown away by change crisp shortened days end before dark blossoms, trees blush with fall's brush wind shaken trees orphan their young loosed leaves, whose days are numbered lost, looking for a place to rest whiffs, windrows scampering breeze blown pungent reminder, yesterday's youthful glee night scatters stars over changing skies dawn surprises with frosted vision overhead winged formations wheel, spiral turn south, their frolicking days now near spent the radiant belle has left the ball weeping soft tears against my window pane.