The crunch from a carpet of leaves, <br />Haunts steps while canopied by trees, <br />A refreshing easterly breeze, <br />Gently whipping up memories, <br />As chills strive to sink their way in, <br />Thoughts turn to the warmth that's waiting, <br />Days where the sun has reign have been, <br />Now on we see darkness growing, <br />In those dying moments of day, <br />We'll pray to in the moment stay, <br />Breathing nature's scents of decay, <br />Woolen garments keeps cold at bay, <br />Regrets not coupled with what's been, <br />While caught up in what is passing, <br />Though these days may warm one within, <br />A fire shall begin beckoning.<br /><br />Christian Lacdael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-evenings/
