A brush of Autumn

Autumn feels so far away
Yet in my ear it whispered today
As it brushed by, I felt its breeze
Fresh and cool, It set me at ease

It is my favorite time ,of year
To wait for it , I can not bear
The frosted ground, so crisp and white
The sound of crickets , chirping at night

With leaves of yellow, orange and red
Upon the ground, they make their bed
My breath I see , in front of me
Alive I feel , my thoughts so free

Written by E.M.Rushton