Autumn traveler's friend

Autumn dressed in colors ranged from gold to grey

 

A chill, crisp wind carries leaves from the trees to the lake

 

A lonely traveler will walk amidst the ducks to a bridge far away

 

From his seat beneath an age'd oak, a refuge from the sky

Across a frosted field, he did depart, quick-stepped to the cold

 

Green grass lingers ‘spite the northerly breeze, underfoot

 

Had seen a friend, and called, across that field, without reply

 

Save for the cry of geese, lamenting coming loss of summer warmth

Striding well into the evening, while the sky her violet colors donned

 

Across one field for hours of light with the wind at his face

 

To the tree at the end of the path, marked journey’s end

 

To find there-under kind regards of resting friend

 

Against the cold and dark of night, to that end, the traveler strode

Had reached the tree, he found it bare

 

His friend no longer resting there

 

He must’ve left this chill-grass garden

 

To find some other friend, some other face

 

To lead another traveler to his resting place