Autumn Winds

Autumn Winds

As summer winds die so late in the year,
Wild birdsong fades till it's too faint to hear;
Humid heat turns to a balmy soft breeze
As green turns to red on tops of the trees.
Old leaves turn crisp as they skirt 'cross the grass,
Clear early dawn reveals frost on the glass.
A certain chill grows as autumn draws near
As summer winds die so late in the year.


--2001