Speak you the days of Sun's warmth quietly. <br />Reverently. This church will open doors <br />Too soon, (much too soon) to galing Autumn's <br />Outrage of being summoned into fire. <br /> <br />Fall does not greet us gladly...welcoming. <br />Damping down Summer's heat is a challenge <br />Disquieting. The War, even now, has <br />Begun. Longer shadows announce the first <br /> <br />Skirmish. Degree by degree will fall like <br />Icing rain...sleucing into overcoats. <br />Temperatures dropping like fireplace logs <br />Into the hearth of hearts. Heat we wanted <br /> <br />Only months before. Now, changing our minds, <br />Wish coolness...never knowing Autumn's War.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-war-a-sonnet/
