Autumn moves through <br />my world with artist brush; <br />I welcome and release the past <br />to the rush of her cleansing winds. <br /> <br />She touches the soul of nature <br />and caresses of my own senses <br />every time she whispers, <br />'the time has come for change.' <br /> <br />As Summer's days fall from grace <br />Autumn finds in my heart <br />a warm and special place; <br />and I never tire of her song.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-song-4/
