Fading Away

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