the author.
AUTUMN
Autumn did not fall for me this year
It instead came as fragrance on a breeze
much like that smell after rains only sweet
the equinox passed, and tides came in
One lone snowy egret sits on a bridge
brave red Indians on Halloweens past
blur into color to fall with every leave
I am that robot, the great chief, a clown
I am in part each tree at peace
Slowly letting go of time I reminisce
Of autumns gone by
with morning chills arriving before dawn
smelling leaves ablaze at dusk
Another year will soon come to an end
so every autumn I again become
A seed, I grow, and I begin
