Mist Upon the Placid Morn

Autumn 

Bleed out your beauty, Autumn-

Give up a gentle wrist, and smear

Your bloody hues atop the green

Cast a calming throw of heady peace

Upon the cooling land

And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth

Charge the silent air

With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push

Soon you'll send a shiver down the watery spine of 

Quivering ponds, punctual brooks and 

Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come

Behold! Your mellow spirit

Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn -

A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two - forlorn

Observers are we all of colder climes to view!

Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning - ?

Our adieu to fairer-weather life ?

Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring

Nature's rhythm still abounds

But now you must prepare your mind for chilly time -

You know the drill -

Guiding us along a sloping path -

To east our psyche in to sleet and snow -

The blue-ice bite of winter.