Autumn

I feel the shivering cold of the newborn autumn
the howling night breeze, washing over my body laying under warm covers

no gentle rain
just cold, sobering breeze

slowly withering away the summer

The lake still warm
I lower myself into it
floating in that memory of the hot summer days

I pull my wool sweaters closer around me
as the season I love
the only season I ever fall in love in
washes upon me
riding upon the northern winds

and I

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Written on 2011-08-10 at 11:11

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Though autumn is still a month away, it is still very hot where I live, your poem evokes cooling thoughts and images, but the best image is of the warm lake water, and its reminder of summer. A lovely poem, I enjoyed it very much.
2011-08-10