AUTUM days are here again. Time for tress to go bare . They will change from green,to red, to orange to yellows,until they have all fallen to the ground. There they will be raked up in to piles,thrown across the yard thrown up in the air ,by a child. Ran over by the mower or ran over by a dog just trying to hide a bone. But autum is another time ,when the cooler weather comes in and kitchens begin to smell good once again,. Time to break out sweaters or just another blanket. And even time will change once again. YESautum is here ,so tell me what does it mean to you ?
Shall I compare thee to a midsummer’s day? No I shall not For thou is nothing like it Thou’st temperance is nothing short of fair A summer’s day is hot and vicious But thou’st soul is of utmost gentility A sweet cool temperance is thous heart Thou is more like an autumn afternoon With eyes the color of the clear blue sky And temper of the soft cooling breeze Thous beauty’s only competitor is the changing leaves Unique and changing Vibrant reds, greens and yellows that each tree holds The warmth of the sun is thous love A love that only I receive That warms my own soul to the heat of the burning hearth Where we lay in passion and love For if I were to compare thou to a midsummers day It would be an insult Thou is more beautiful Far more fair Thou is like an autumn afternoon With eyes like the sky in the clear afternoon