The Days Of Autumn Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

Looking out through my windowpane,
I mastered the beauty of the earth:
A sun setting across the mountain,
A crescent moon above the horizon;

Green grasses, the trees, the flowers,
Born on the first day of spring,
Left the earth's man-made heaven,
After the act of summer wind;

Dwelling in their old-leafy homes,
The birds halted of their last song,
By the last stroke of my paintbrush,
The dawn of autumn crept on at last.

Reality changed my heart at sunrise,
When a chick lost its first home,
Eyeing for a new place called paradise,
It left the leafless tree on its own.

As it flew and wandered to the south,
The days of autumn went by so fast,
Then the northwest wind begins to chill,
Holiday song's now playing on the air.

Looming through the mountains,
A dirt road snaked on to the valley,
Down the hills and in to the beach,
Where it meets the sunrise ashore;

Bare-toes as teeth to chicharrons,
Crackling bask of fallen leaves,
Kicking sands' less-perfect cones,
Now, all cleansed by winter waves.