I stood at the clearing between the trees,
And stared out at the lake.
The orange glow that was reflecting there,
Made me glad I was awake.
The air was crisp but the day was calm.
There was still a trace of fog.
The smell of smoke danced all around,
As the fire made coals out of a log.
I sat on a stump as I watched the day,
The trees were thick and tall,
Their leaves had turned red and orange,
Preparing for the fall.
The days of summer are all but gone,
As green turns into brown.
The grass is covered up with leaves,
That have already fallen down.
The coffee pot was on the fire,
Before darkness turned to light.
I used the liquid to sooth my soul
And make it through the night.
You can hear the rustling of the leaves,
Blown through by the breeze.
The birds are singing farewell songs,
Perched on the distant trees.
Winter is surely close at hand,
As summer starts to go.
And all the golden fallen leaves,
Will be covered up with snow.
(c) 2015 Edward York