Cool breezes abound,
Leaves change color and found
The colors of the sun, haralding
The advent of the false dawn of autumn.
The dawn, whose first colors embedded hope,
Are as varied and brilliant as the sun.
They rope Your attention by their vivid accouterments,
That are halos upon branches and bushes.
As the autumn’s coldness increases, its false dawn
Dissappears with the colored leaves that fawn
Around the ground, creating shapes and dunes
That can be seen from afar. Antlers of firy reds
Breathe life into clouds of deer cheerfully
Grazing on autumn’s false dawn, fully
Aware that the cold beauty that comes next
Is just different in its shapes and colors.
A false dawn might feel depressing at times,
But, always look forward to changing scenes,
That imprint appreciation, perspective, love, beliefs
That harten the heart with a wealth of love and selftrust.