The gallant birds sing such lovely tunes,
while resting under the sky and moon;
On autumn days we see them scour,
for bits of crumbs from hour to hour.

And golden are the days before us,
November brings a thankful chorus;
The harvest reaps its fruitful bounty,
of pears and pumpkins across the county.

Each year we find the gifts of autumn,
the falling of the leaves so solemn;
Brisk is the wind tossing them around,
building colorful bunches on the ground.

And in my mind I can hear the song,
of autumn's breezes all night long;
My heart is filled with love and light,
as the moon shines on to say goodnight.

Wrapped in bulky woolen sweaters,
we scampered across the length of the field,
where crisp leaves had begun to fall
from several stalwart trees--
Surrounding our beloved playground like
tall, spare reeds, bending slightly in the wind--
And with the dampened earth beneath our feet,
and the mist-filled air crackling with Fall's breath,
We gazed upward at an ashen-toned sky,
as an early moon carved a lighted path for us
to follow--
Our hands held together tightly, running quickly
with the eagerness of youth,
seeking warmth and comfort at the roaring hearth;
We exhaled, watching the frosty air envelope us--
before falling lovingly into mother's waiting arms.

The hallowed halls reflect a certain paradigm,
which tells the tale of reaching creatures' prime;
And casts a shadow on the future of the realm,
with no one left behind to grasp the helm.

Then intuition soon evolves with caustic voices,
that turn in countless ways to make their choices;
Forever lacking from the margins of inequity,
trying to fulfill empty dreams of our divinity.

Designed to chase away the cluttered nightmares,
with the rising and the falling of the breakers;
A seaside image flattens then floats away,
when keeping precious promises at bay.

Overblown egos rise to dispense their justice,
while writing laws that thoroughly disgust us;
No queen or king can shake the hearts of man,
and if they try all creatures will take a stand.

In miles of ancient depths beneath the hills,
we scurry past a starlight vision's beam;
So fierce and bold in undiscovered corners,
they still release a somber, sober gleam.

Running through the maze of discontent,
emotions rise along the lengthy journey;
As victims of the holy battle's charge,
we capture what we need from memories.

And with the stream of notions so described,
we fill our cups with waters rushing quickly;
Decisions made in sudden bursts of strength,
can only serve to change our lives distinctly.

Yet wearily we've arrived to shake the past,
ending all the fuss and awkward cravings;
We find our way along a pristine path,
believing even now that life's worth saving.

Precious time--so evasive and quick, passes by-
Hanging so heavily from a slate-gray sky;
Or will even glow on a warm Spring day,
as the weeks run together from Fall to May.

The hours of the day seem to disappear,
the clock ticks and the day moves on;
Brightening our moments, year to year--
memories recalling the smiles and tears.

Ahead--the unpredictable future days,
when we question our existence, expose
our fears--the wandering mind turns silent,
as we seek comfort from the One Who Knows.

Our Mother-Moon always answers our prayers,
through inspiring emotions, heartfelt signs;
While time relents an aging paradigm,
and wasting it all would surely be a crime.

Raucous laughter would permeate the air,
as we rode along in Papa's old jalopy;
Pretending we're in Cinderella's carriage,
wearing silken gowns and jewelry aplenty.

A 'pumpkin's fantasy' coach drove us away,
our makeup pressed against the autumn breeze;
And bouncing far along the darkened roadway,
our 'carriage' turned then coasted down with ease.

We happily arrived at the prom's destination,
with eager smiles we floated through the door;
Boys with drinks in hand watched as we giggled,
while they made their way across the tile floor.

The magic of the music brought us closer,
awakening me to rainbow colors all around;
As if in a dream we wound up in the moonlight,
sharing champagne beneath its shine upon the ground

Then somewhere in the night a stolen kiss,
with all my intimate passions softly glowing;
Beyond the former world of make believe,
a love for life in future days was growing.

As we drove into the hazy sunlight,
each tree sang a song of the South;
The Spanish Moss and sassafras,
rose vividly in front of each house.

Our footsteps hit upon cobblestones,
as we walked through the park that day;
Where various monuments to local gentry,
loomed near lilac bushes on display.

The River Walk was such a surprise,
where many locals sold their wares;
Food and souvenirs in abundance,
and the scent of hydrangeas in the air.

A treat for those of us from the North,
to observe life in this lovely town;
Where churches stand in high regard,
and romance lingers all around.

The warmth of September upon us,
we climbed onto the river boat QUEEN;
The view from the water was sumptuous,
as the light from the boat still beamed.

I'll never forget our quaint little room,
that faced the precious park below;
A chance to watch the people stroll,
wandering off in the evening glow.

Our deck was like a silent chapel,
imbued with wine and sunset sighs;
We embraced when we heard music,
from a man's guitar as he sauntered by.

This wondrous night became a memory,
when we reached for the moon so high;
Then drank a toast to dear Savannah,
as the stars glistened in the indigo sky.