Writer1326

Autumn sculpts the land,

casting away Summer, 

but through the cracks in the clay, 

whispers of Summer haunt the day.

The suns ray's seep down,

casting the red and orange leaves a glow.  

And as summer leaves, 
Fall sings through the breeze. 
Flowers start to wilt 
As the world tilts. 
Even as it dies, 
Nature is beautiful in all eyes. 

The stars begin to realign,

Opening new doors,

As summer starts to resign.

With whispers of love anew,

Fall changes what we once knew.

Bringing us a new gentleness.

One made out of love,