Every day
It takes
Minutes
Longer
For
Morning
Grey
To permit
The sunshine
Of the
Day.
Fall fades
The
Blossoms
In my
Keep,
And
Summer
Goes away
To sleep.
Wood smoke
From my
Neighbors
Fire
Will take
The air,
And wind
Will steal
The Mimosa
Leaves.
No one
Grieves
That Fall
Is unfair.
Soon,
Winter
Will be
Everywhere
And
Frost
Will cling,
As I
Wait
For
Spring.