The sweet fall serenity
It falls around me gently
I cling tightly to each breath of air
Try to grasp this sensory fair
Distorted by flames so tranquil and crisp
A delicate gold splashed slowly through mists
Of memories that slide through my mind
Thoughts of joys I must leave behind
The trees forget their summer sounds
Of locusts and sprinklers surveying grounds
And again we will hear the whisper that sings
Remember? Remember? Remember those swings?
Each thought, each whim, each heavy, slow day
The long drawn out moments of sweeter delays
Each leaf tumbles down resisted and forced
By a supernatural laziness running its course
In this eerie time of year
We begin to hear, hear the cold that's near
And shed each smothered tear and fear
In returning to surrender
