Autumn's Composition

She comes softly without warning, her breeze drifts about.

The sunflowers shine, the golden hour sets.

The leaves turn into a fire that ignite the treetops, setting them ablaze.

Her mornings illuminate the world, her skies blue as can be.

The swallow sings her harmony against the soft winds melody.

The winter breeze comes swiftly, the sharpness of the piercing wind howls.

He has come to steal away autumn, extinguish her fire.

He comes with his own song, keeping beat to the rhythm of autumns ghosts.

She drifts into a trance that has frozen her soul. Her season of life has

come to a halt,

until next year,

so long.

goodbye.