~ Autumn Whispers ~


Autumn whispers softly as she brushes the trees
A daub of yellow, a hint of orange from her brush
Late August nights sending a cool breeze

Taking her time ...not in a rush
Foggy mists drift silent above the ground
Crickets and Locusts making their unforgettable sound

Autumn makes her subtle hints in whispers of what's to come
And the days pass giving her still a warm welcome
Without a care she waltzes across the land

In sunlight and shadows from mountains to sand
Bringing her brush and whispers to every soul
Is her one and only intended goal

Bonnie Ray © 2006