I walked in the silence of Autumn, Through solitude's sacred retreat; I sighed with the winds of November, Where Summer had bowed in defeat; Defeat, for her green leaves were faded. Defeat, for the bloom was in blight, And the balmy breath of her mornings, Had changed to the chill of the night.
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp autumn air
you know autumn is here andsoonwinfer willbe on its way
