The tinges of autumn,
sweep across my eyes;
golden aspens shining,
under azure skies.
Gold against the evergreen,
frame the blue above;
and on the currents of the air,
there is riding love.
In the brace of breezes,
in the coolness of the morn;
silent music fills the heavens,
as another day is born.
At the view of vast horizons,
that spread out to kiss the eye;
I envy hawks that soar the air,
wishing too, that I could fly.
But I see visions they cannot,
and music they can't hear;
happy I am, a child of God,
and that's enough for me to cheer.
David Lessard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-song-15/
