" In Autumn Sway's "

There's a sense of counting the days
In Autumn sway's
The slow roasting chestnuts
The gold and the green gathering
At the base
Of trees
While the chill in the air
Is crisp
And so delicious
That the promise of Halloween
Seems a treat
And the coming of winter
A whisper
That reminds the senses
That Fall
Is in the air this day
And perhaps
A memory
Tomorrow.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)