A chilling wind breathes the chimes of Autumn
Colored leaves now paint the bottom
Of weary trees preparing for winter
And where the poet\'s dreams are splintered
Where the time just seems to end
And where the memories all begin
The season of reflection falls upon us
What now is recalls what was
Autumn has me completely in thrall
To the haiku\'s grasp and the sonnet\'s call
The decay that the winter cold will heal
Creates a season that\'s truly surreal