Watching leaves fall separately down to play
        Like colorful quietly drifting stars
        As they tenderly kiss the ground
    As if unique objects from Venus or Mars.

Clouds, thick like buttermilk biscuits,
        Formulate many miles above
Enticing flowers and tall Evergreens
Intoxicating them with raindrops of love.

        As if seducing its many lovers,
    A light breeze embraces its contacts
Mysteriously caresses and kisses its tangibles,
        Ceases and waits for them to react.

        The sun reveals a face of radiance,
             But is not ready nor willing to
      Disturb the clouds and soft rain drizzles
        By completely pushing its way though.

        The grass smiles graciously
     As magical cool raindrops penetrate
        Its thirsty, longing, hot surface
    Inviting intercourse on this perfect date.

        Manifestations of a new season
          Attempting to quickly embark
Autumn, at this time of quiet anticipation
Has said, "I Shall Return, so Forget Me Not"!