I sense Autumn coming on The mist has hung low all daySmall birds gather on the wingPreparing to make their way. The trees begin to showA trace of brown among the greenBringing back the memoriesThat only you and i have seen. I sense Autumn coming onThe sun sinking red and deepThe fires burning in the fieldsAs late summer falls asleep. The leaves begin to scatterAs the north wind calls their name..
