It was a cool July and it was dusk. <br />The gentle winds that blew, <br />brushed the Autumn of your hair. <br /> <br />And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch <br />your face, as I stood still. <br /> <br />I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn, <br />are the bees yet in their hive; snuggled <br />closely, in their Autumn winter bed.? <br /> <br />An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above. <br />It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air. <br />It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness, <br />now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves, <br />and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored <br />sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of <br />this, and some to go, it must be Autumn, for this I know. <br /> <br />What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn? <br />Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes <br />the same. It can not be July, for <br />Autumn is abound. <br /> <br />Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky <br />above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds <br />of Autumn. How could this be July, <br />or have the sparrows lost their way? <br /> <br />Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air. <br />And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that <br />old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds, <br />carry silence for the day. <br /> <br />Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain. <br />No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day, <br />now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky. <br /> <br />Autumn, shall never be the same, since <br />that Autumn day in mid July. <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-like-no-other/
