There is something <br />In the autumn air <br />It wakes and stirs feelings unpaired <br />Of my native blood <br />In a manner of its warming touch <br />Hinting to a changing mood <br />From the distance familure past <br />Memories pondered a forecast <br />The scarlet color of changing trees <br />Leaves shake and make its sounds <br />Every hill and on the ground <br />Looks like its in a flame <br />The wind calls and echos my name<br /><br />Howard Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-flame/
