Glorious autumn dawn kisses the ground,
Gold gossamer like sunshine floods the streets,
In glowing halo the treetops are crowned,
With colourful splendour the autumn greets.
Promise of winter chill hangs in the air,
As a harbinger of late autumn's tears,
Yet life's throbbing force still felt everywhere,
Whilst cool air 's heralding that winter nears.
A light breeze rises, like whisper in air,
Touching my forehead and kissing my face,
Playfully, tenderly ruffling my hair…
It is like receiving your gentle embrace…
In the autumn breeze your whisper I hear…
…How dare the sun shine? …You're no longer here…
© P. J. Oszmann (Sep. 2007)
© Illustration created in Photoshop combining two digital photographs