|AUTUMN IS NEAR.
A mantle of wool warms these old shoulders
from the chill felt that the Autumn wind brings.
Fiddle Ferns have dried by the brook boulders
along with flowers, vines and other things.
Autumn is just one of four fine seasons
that by Gods grace is given from above
and is just one more of many reasons
why I wish to rush to the one I love.
Warmth and tenderness will beat the cold air
that comes even colder with evening.
Warmer at home and I want to be there
and not outside about the cold grieving
10 Syllables – 12 lines – ABAB Scheme.