On The Breeze

comes a sensual, earthy taste...
Autumn, has arrived. The best,
the most sensuous and useful time has come,
at last.

On the breeze, the sound of laughter;
not the exuberant, excited laughter of May;
of planting and sowing, of new growth
and untried, joyous desires;
but the softer, warmer laughter of family and friends
as the harvest finally begins.

Some think Summer best, not I.
Lush, painful growth and change through
hot, humid nights appeal for
a time,
but I remember now the sunlit
chrome, so beautiful but painful
to touch.

I stand now, on the break of Autumn.
Cool, comfortable nights meld into
the gentle warmth of day,
family, friends.
Comes now the frost,
not killing, but changing, sweetening
and the harvest begins of fruits planted long ago,
some savored now and some set by
for colder times ahead.

Winter's time will come,
but now the warm days of Autumn hold off
the cold loneliness ahead,
while on the breeze comes
an earthy scent,
the warmth of laughter,
a Harvest of Love.

Copyright © 1997,William Davis

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