As the gold creeps through the leaves

Nature’s beauty grows drier

Summer slowly recedes

With tree-tip alight like a fire

 

I drink in the fresh breeze

As I wonder in the bright light

The autumn morning trees

Make everything alright!

 

The beauty of the morning

As a chill cross my skin

Eyes bright, no more yawning

I feel ready to jump in

 

The season change brings freshness

And I know where to begin

This beauty leaves me breathless

It no longer matter what has been.