Cool autumn wind blows softly
Through the bare and leafless trees.
The woodland trail now covered
By those fallen denizens;
Fallen from on high,
Leaving branches naked
Against the pale sky
Of that more distant sun
Waning in the equinoxial Fall.
Sinking slowly into anticipated slumber,
Is the woodland nodding.
Winter sleep beckons
With dreams of spring to come.
But let the autumn linger
Yet a little while,
To dream of summer past,
As I walk another mile.
J. William Newcomer (November 15, 2016; All rights reserved.)
