Autumn

Is a yearning

Wreathed in smoke,

Struck through

With the amber rays

Of a westering sun.

 

Autumn

Is a farewell,

The caress

Of soft wind,

A sigh

Of leaves.

 

Autumn

Is anticipation:

Wood shed full

Of logs

Awaiting the fire,

Windows

Waiting to be closed,

Tomatoes

Awaiting their first

And final

Trimming of frost.