In the gathering dusk of Autumn <br />the mist of evening <br />rolls across the farms and hills of home <br />to greet the brisk chill in the air. <br />Grasses wet with dew <br />such a relief <br />from the long summer’s heat; <br />a gourmet feast for cattle <br />grazing lazily in the meadows. <br />The sounds of wood chopping, <br />smells of burning leaves and <br />mom’s pies baking in the oven, <br />all warm, cherished memories <br />of home in the fall; <br />exquisite jewels in a crown <br />I will wear in the long, cold, <br />less comforting days of winter.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-dusk/
