Autumn: The Fall

Walking through the woods,

Begins the October eve's in the hoods,

I espied autumn in the nebulous morn,

Upending the shadowless kindred to silence,

Wind is shaking its leg in the cleaves,

Air is wild along the pied leaves,

Oh fall!

There are so many reasons,

To love this season,

Leaves commuting into multi-colored works of flair,

Who looked at the sky and lived in glare,

Autumn, a dulceter season,

Where what we mislay in flowers,

More than is gained in syrupy fruits glowers,

And when the tempo to leave materialize,

Agilely savvied that life was a gift.