Autumn

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.