Autumn moves through
my world with artist brush;
I welcome and release the past
to the rush of her cleansing winds.
She touches the soul of nature
and caresses of my own senses
every time she whispers,
'the time has come for change.'
As Summer's days fall from grace
Autumn finds in my heart
a warm and special place;
and I never tire of her song.
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-song-4/
