This autumnal heart of mine
Yearns for days of cooler clime
Branches, black, through white mist peer
Grasp at their last leaves, so dear,
Flaming fading life of summertime
Biting frozen morning air
Fills my nose, I long for where
Sunrise fogs in gold streaks lay,
O’er frosty dew, circles fay
Spiders’ diamond webs my soul ensnare
Frosted breath and sweater sleeves
The dry smell of fallen leaves
Winding mazes through the corn
Scarecrow faces, so forlorn
Find in twilight equinox reprieves
Smell of wood smoke, festive spice
Jolly pumpkins’ flick’ring eyes
Misty mountains, moonlit trees
Crisp crack crunch of fallen leaves
I feel most alive as the year dies
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
This autumnal heart of mine
Yearns for days of cooler clime
Branches, black, through white mist peer
Grasp at their last leaves, so dear,
Flaming fading life of summertime
Biting frozen morning air
Fills my nose, I long for where
Sunrise fogs in gold streaks lay,
O’er frosty dew, circles fay
Spiders’ diamond webs my soul ensnare
Frosted breath and sweater sleeves
The dry smell of fallen leaves
Winding mazes through the corn
Scarecrow faces, so forlorn
Find in twilight equinox reprieves
Smell of wood smoke, festive spice
Jolly pumpkins’ flick’ring eyes
Misty mountains, moonlit trees
Crisp crack crunch of fallen leaves
I feel most alive as the year dies
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