I woke today to beauty in autumn,
our lives as they may aging is solemn.
Yet we might know inside a reach
is passion such that love does teach
The sight swoon a sigh in silvery sky
a grateful beauty would a man cry.
May we see in a moment of silence
is hers in elegance a sweeping trance
Today is a whether when where the gray
of sweeping breeze will loosen as may
the leaves of summer now are slipping
might nearby an ice bodies preparing,
For is the time of year we might slippery
know this nature solace still shine silvery.
© Scott F Savage 9/12/2020