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
