Autumn breeze soft and cool,
descending from the mountains,
whistling through trees and dales.
Leaves of red and gold,
shiver and fall.
Autumn flows in the lakes,
and wavelets ripple the surface,
in tune with the autumn wind.
White swans dance in pairs,
without a care.
Lazily I soaked in autumn's coming,
and the wetness of the misty rain.
The earth soft under my feet,
a lingering warmth since dawn,
of a summer now gone.
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Autumn is a poetic season. I liked your theme, beautiful.
Thank you, Cigeng. I love those autumn days that I spent holidaying in Melbourne several years ago. The aair was bracing and cool with beautiful mornings at 3 degrees.