Jul
11
The autumn fades to winter’s chill
In colored waves across the hills
The dusted snow is sprinkled light
Upon the leaves contrasting white
The crisp cool air advances still
The robin’s song to winter’s trill
The frosted dew sets on the sill
Refreshing breeze now turns to bite
The autumn fades
The barren trees set cold and still
October cedes November’s will
The distant sun from fading heights
Will slowly set, succumb to night
I sit and wait and watch until
The autumn fades
