Golden Plates of Autumn

A bird chirps

Along with morning's song,

Humming along

With warm beams of light,

Letting out calls

Merging with yawns

As arms stretch

Along with uncurling wings,

Reaching for a morning hug,

Enveloped in the bright embrace

Of of the sun,

Tweeting each blink

That brings a fresh start

To each outstretched palm

Grasping for a mug

Of hot milk

With maple wafting

From between each sip

Brought with each flap,

Each flutter of wings

Flitting with stories

Traced on leaf veins,

And flooded into hearts,

Soaking into souls,

Adding plates of gold

To every bit

Of Autumn hope

That twirls

With the morning's breeze

That blows happiness

Into our smiles,

As a bird chirps

Out its greeting to fall.