The Days of Fall

A day painted gray
Sent me on my way.
The cold wind enveloped me
And colored leaves swirled by.
Oh, how I miss the summer warmth
And gentle breezes
Another whoosh of wind
Painted my cheeks red
And a sad bird in a bare tree
Chirped as if to agree.
It’s gray, it’s damp and cold
And I’m so all alone...
Turning about
I gazed at the metallic sky above
Full of clouds
No sun in sight
Soon the final leaves would sail away
And the fall days
Will turn to winter
And winter snows will bring a blanket of white
And that bird chirped I know, I know
At least it sounded so
And off I went
Bent against the wind
Collar pulled up high
Spirits low
Wishing for a ray of sun
But there is none....