Autumn Poem by Thomas Stearn

Autumn is upon us.
Pure, cool air cleanses the senses like a tonic
With fresh husk in the early dawn breeze.

Crystal light gently warms the spirit
To awakening earths blessing of a new day.

Fallen leaves gather on the silky dew.
Golden, scarlet and orange their skin so fine,
Like a sea of beauty under the suns radiant smile.

Then, when the morning breeze gently sweeps,
There is life in the dying leaves of oak tree.