Walking through the summers dead <br />in admiration of color and shape <br />smelling the freshness of winter's arrival <br />with anticipation of ice and snow <br /> <br />But I linger to feel the earth transform <br />it's foliage succumbing to cold <br />the withdraw of the dark green meadow <br />as if frozen in obedience <br /> <br />Looking to the cloudless atmosphere <br />crisply defined as if stenciled by hand <br />a chilling gentle wind flows through the now empty branches <br />speaking a different tongue, in whispers <br /> <br />Each night the stars are dazzling as if of diamonds <br />sparkling in some code to tell it's secret <br />following a familiar passageway I can't understand <br />until the dawn breaks it's meaning <br /> <br />Autumn has arrived in it grandeur <br />see it parade through the land in it's splendor <br />a gift for us to take pleasure in <br />waking us from our slumber of unawareness<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-32/
