Fallen leaves chatter to the ground
Autumn’s gold petals sweet sound
A
pleasant fresh chill fills the air
Happy
to feel a day so fair
Evening
sings, temperature drops
Season's
preview, pull out winter socks
Dark
at four thirty, tranquilized
Sun
arrives at six forty five
Clocks
schedule set back an hour
Quarter
moon, Fragrant mists flower
Bloom
in autumn's last hurrah sun
Salutations
drive us, survive one
More
rotation around our earth
One more round of birth and death
One more round of birth and death
* Author's note: This is actually in sonnet format