I feel the gray rain falling in my mind. <br />Crying becomes a thousand leaves outlined. <br />My eyes are mesmerized by red sumac. <br />A touch of pewter shines against my back. <br /> <br />The autumn smells of apples in my hair. <br />The smoke of silence strips the light from air. <br />I taste a lemon memory of cold skies. <br />Frost writes your name across my closed eyes. <br /> <br />Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2006<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-is-a-state-of-mind/
