As Fall gives way to the blustery days
and leaves in a whirlwind blow
My moods change as fast as the Autumn trees
chilling winds will soon bring the snow.
Looking out at the grass crunchy beneath my feet
I long for the shores, sand, ripples in water
sun beaming down on the beach.
Another summer is dying around me
No planting of pansys or bare feet will help
And I feel my spirit within crying
Coats and mittens my sword now, against the winter to weld.