Autumn Day

Autumn Day

Dusty and smoky out

Even though there's not much wind

Considering on it, not much dust either

Smoke from distant fires

Autumn has a way about her

It's not as hot out but the look of the air

Autumn air looks hot, dense . . . Thick

The smoke heightens the look

Geese fly up and down, seems early

Old timers would say, “Early winter”

I think like me and my ways

Jus' force of habit

Wet summer it was, plenty of water about

Yet the leaves here and there turn anyway

Maybe like the geese, you know

Jus' force of habit

We sat on the porch days like this

In the evenings, sun reluctantly slipping down

Quiet conversation, thoughtful pauses

Cold glass of Jack 'n water by a glass of red wine

It was good. . . we were good

Autumn was the time we met

Both in life and in seasons

Easy in the twilight, easy in my arms

Autumn has her ways

So do we, every one

I was winter, harsh but charming

She was summer, easy and fierce

Summer and Winter, 
We meet in Autumn, twilight times
Cooling heat meets gathering cold
It was good. . . we were good

Dusty and smoky out

Colder days coming

Jus' ask the geese

Winter has his ways, too

(c) 2017 John P. White