I love the fall

The cool crisp air, the smell of leaves burning, the colors, the light, the feeling that this is natures last hurrah before the onslaught of winter. Heres a poem I wrote in 1992 when I was at my friends cottage in Quebec.

Summers gone away my love

And the leaves begin to fall

As slanting light becomes pitch night

We await the winters call

The autumn breeze stirs my heart

And makes me long for you

By harvest moon, the fleeting loon

Flys south in skys of blue

The raindrops on the orange leaves

Are natures tears of sorrow

For autumns here and the winters near

And we will all be gone tomorrow