Shades Of Autumn


At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,

Whistling passed steepled roofs,

Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees

Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm

From the sweltering heat of the day before;

Departing summer flees threads of deep purple clouds

Leaching westward from the eastern sky,

Inky streams clawing their way into lighter shades of dusk,

The new season has cast her dye.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741