The Breath of Autumn
I feel the breath of Autumn cooling the night
when the stars shine bright.
Summer surrenders to the dying and dead
facing Fall with dread.
And Jack Frost waits impatiently just offstage
keen to turn the page.
Color creeping through the canopies of trees
ripples in the breeze.
Wild geese are in flight,
and in the moonlight
I feel the breath of Autumn cooling the night.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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