In an early autumn morning
with the smell of sweet country air
The crisp mornings breath
And the crinkling of leaves,
Soft whistling winds and
warm apple pies
Dew covers the ground sparkling,
After a cool Autumns night
The sun begins coming over the horizon
Birds begin to chirp and sing
An early Autumns morning
Ryan Whyte
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-early-autumns-morning/
