As autumn approaches!
My mind drifts to decaying leaves!
There is no chill like autumn's air,
To brace the poet's soul.
I realized!
While I must simply watch my step!
The shallow water if the river fen,Flows to impress!
A heart sunk in the mourning and bleakness,
Comes without sound!
I remain..... Who I am!!!
Searching for you, in this land of drifting souls.