The Autumn Chilly Breeze Perturbs My Serenity

I adore windless days writing and sipping coffee, but the Autumn chilly breeze perturbs my serenity and scatters auburn leaves all around me; if it's a warning that winter is coming to sadden me, I shiver at its thought: hiding myself under the warmest blanket! The calm lake beneath the precipitous cliff is being rippled by the unhappy swans feeling the uneasiness, even they must find another place where clouds don't drift, and away from angry winds that unleash their madness! Goodbye, splendid skies... shining over meadows that gleam in sunlight; goodbye, warm rain falling on the beautiful roses of misty gardens; this spring wish is suppressed by thoughts of uspeakable fright! The only consolation is hopeful words wriitten on gloomy moments, will a melancholic tear remind me how unreachable is happiness? I'll endure short days by a lamp close to the window where I peak and dream making my impatience grow! The Autumn chilly breeze perturbs my serenity affecting words in sentences that sound awkward and lose their thrill by anticipating winter's monotony... can a free spirit endure a suppressed existence? Written on 8/25/2017