Autumn Mist

I look forward to October when the warm days combine with the cool nights to produce a mysterious morning mist. For me, the changing of the season is always a time for quiet reflection and all the more poignant in the Fall with the color, the mist, the silence and the coming of winter.

After the dark autumn nights turn cool,

The morning mist settles between the trees,

Diffusing all color in a seasonal pool.

Like a rolling mist upon a shore of leaves,

My thoughts seem to linger in this place,

All at once, and again, my sad soul grieves.

Quiet, mysterious in such a solemn space,

Shapes take form in the moist air, floating,

The shadows of the trees conceal your face.

Silence blankets the leaves with a soft coating,

Under this canopy they seem to weep,

Memories of those long summer days emoting.

The fallen leaves prepare their winter sleep,

Suspended, alone and finally free,

Pale ghosts of themselves in the forest deep.

For life and love, once all I could see,

After the dark autumn nights turn cool

Fall into shadow as they turn and flee

Lost, as the autumn mist swirls around me.