The sound of autumn whispered soft today
With running leaves and the squirrels at play.
Smells of drying, dying fields danced light in gentle breeze
Teasing senses, triggering memories, of summers final call with ease.
Dance sweet now oh sad and fading summers dream
Court now thy last days, upon the easy flowing stream.
Prepare quickly thy way for the coming of cold unforgiving winters day.
For summer is now just another memory
That in soft whisper hath sweetly faded away.
J. Allen Wilson © 2005