Autumn sun sinks its tired head,

Nightly creepy crawlers sing their lullaby,

Barn Owls add soft hoots to the nightly song.

Walking my leaf-covered lawn,

Gazing up at the pink cotton candy clouds

spread like a baby’s blanket across the sky.

Crisp winds washes my face,

brings cents of dried moss, decaying leaves and wet grass.

Going to bed with Autumn’s perfume,

a comfortable embrace.