Autumn,
is upon us tweaking our senses
as weather changes
and closets are shifted to heavy wool.

Leaves adorned in brilliant tapestry
paint pictures for eyes,
as crickets end their seasons song
below the winter solstices.

Crows echo,
with a hello Winter
urging self to decloak closet with tall boots.

Chill stings,
making self wish for one last day to dance
in summers grip.

Suddenly,
Indian Summer appears to tease
as  heavy clothes stay hung in closet one last time.
As prayer for a precious days gift
is whispered inside new seasons dream.

A dream,
that perhaps
this continent of North America
will have a mild winter.