Autumn's in the air, <br />And days of memories; <br />It’s this time of year, <br />In all gathering unities. <br />Flowers are withering, <br />To the colors of dark; <br />For summer is anchoring, <br />Its vigor and spark. <br /> <br />The roads to new dreams, <br />In twilight now are; <br />And everything seems, <br />In a mood swing afar. <br />The silence are prolonged, <br />In travail voice foretold; <br />That sully moments pronged, <br />Before winters behold. <br /> <br />Autumn swings in moods, <br />From day to days that come; <br />World of different attitudes, <br />Standing near and solemn. <br />Like the summer started, <br />Patently now going through; <br />The autumn heavyhearted, <br />Before its hue time is due.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-in-the-air-from-illuminating-night/
