Autumn's in the air,
And days of memories;
It’s this time of year,
In all gathering unities.
Flowers are withering,
To the colors of dark;
For summer is anchoring,
Its vigor and spark.
The roads to new dreams,
In twilight now are;
And everything seems,
In a mood swing afar.
The silence are prolonged,
In travail voice foretold;
That sully moments pronged,
Before winters behold.
Autumn swings in moods,
From day to days that come;
World of different attitudes,
Standing near and solemn.
Like the summer started,
Patently now going through;
The autumn heavyhearted,
Before its hue time is due.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-in-the-air-from-illuminating-night/
