Called Autumn
Oranges, reds yellows too
Of our Autumn leaves
Fall to the ground
Fall is the sound
Of leaves moving
Beneath the breeze
Gently rustled
Between our feet
The pitter patter
Of taking steps
Speak how many
Steps on a walk a breath
It’s about 20,000
At least each night time walk
How many leaves fall
To the Earthen floor
Some 20,000 more
With each passing moment
Trees are graced with
The beauty of their foliage
Streaming colors in a collage
Autumn is so gentle
The cool nights
Make breathing easier
As I breathe I dream about
Those little leaf tornadoes
Caught in a zephyr
Such a sight
I take a deep breath
To soak up some of that wind
That wind power
Scouring in a day dream
Lost there for hours
Remembering what’s
Beneath my feet
That Earthen floor
To keep me grounded
In my dreams
Lost in imagination
Autumn is an
Incantation
To close the day’s of summer
To light a fire in the mountains
To breathe fresh air
A sight to declare
Amazement to stare
At the beautiful painting
That Earth has painted
Called Autumn