SOFTLY THE WIND BLOWS <br /> THE RAINBOW LEAVES <br /> OFF THE TREES <br /> INTO THE POND <br /> THAT WHIRLS SO GENTLE <br /> BEFORE THE LEAVES ARE FORCE <br /> TO FLOAT ON <br /> WHILE THE CLOUDS APART <br />AND THE SUN GOES DOWN <br /> LEAVING THE LEAVES <br /> STILL BLOWING AROUND <br /> OFF THERE TREES <br /> WHICH NOW GOES BARE <br /> WHILE THE NIGHT COMES IN <br /> BRINGING A SLIGHT CHILL <br /> TO THE AIR <br /> AS I SIT OUTSIDE <br /> IN MY AUTUMN NIGHT <br />JUST SIPPING MY TEA <br /> AND HOLDING MY BLANKET TIGHT <br /> WHILE FALLING A SLEEP <br /> IN THE COOL BREEZE <br /> OF MY AUTUMN NIGHT<br /><br />BRUCE MARTONE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-night/
