The First Cool Breeze

9-13-2011 The First Cool Breeze As I survive again,my mind has endured the summers heat, My hands open-pull away as my feet do from the ground, I leave the Autumn exhausted,I get my first restful breath, The turning of the leaves brings more colors than I can imagine, Cool to cold at last,Frost meets the early morning shadows cast, Of the first snow falling ,my heart furies fast as my footsteps follow me as if I were a leader, The leader of the lonesome,standing out here in the cold. . .