Cold cleaves to warm cheeks
with the rippling of autumn’s breath
Chickadees chirp their song
Chick a dee dee dee

We wander among the carpet of leaves
finding a fallen tree
we sit upon it with laughter and smiles
sitting closer to absorb our warmth   

A breath, which floats in
as the epitaph of the sun setting
on the horizon in its warmth of colors,
as does the melding of two hearts  

An echo of birds in the distance
their farewell before flight
unto their nests
to wrap wings of warmth  

Autumn cloaks the ground
with her array of beauty
to protect the earth’s new buds
For new birth during dormancy 

For shall we also hide
This budding as autumn
Challenges the trees
in preparation of what is to come…

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
October 27, 2012