I see it gleam on the tips of the grass.
The dew is alight with rays shining through.
Glinting and glowing like fireflies at dawn.
Setting a picturesque scene at first light.
The brisk air settles in my lungs.
Taking a deep breath of autumn.
The smell of crispness settles all around me.
Bringing to life my senses, filling every pore.
The trees have changed their colors for me.
Shifting in hues of auburn, crimson and gold.
Their autumn garments swaying in the soft breeze.
Gently waving as if to say, "Good 'Morning".
The larks sing their morning tune.
Waking with the sun to flutter about.
Swaying through the air whistling.
Dancing to the tune of autumn.
The smell of coffee greets me.
Nestled in a blanket sipping slowly.
Taking in the scenery all around.
Soaking in the sunlight filtered through leaves.
No one is there to break the trance.
No voices to disillusion the moment.
Only stillness in the dawn of a day.
Only peace in this perfect juncture.
I have found bliss in such heaven.
There is no comparison to it.
Nothing can touch my favorite time.
The time many call "Autumn".
Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©
The dew is alight with rays shining through.
Glinting and glowing like fireflies at dawn.
Setting a picturesque scene at first light.
The brisk air settles in my lungs.
Taking a deep breath of autumn.
The smell of crispness settles all around me.
Bringing to life my senses, filling every pore.
The trees have changed their colors for me.
Shifting in hues of auburn, crimson and gold.
Their autumn garments swaying in the soft breeze.
Gently waving as if to say, "Good 'Morning".
The larks sing their morning tune.
Waking with the sun to flutter about.
Swaying through the air whistling.
Dancing to the tune of autumn.
The smell of coffee greets me.
Nestled in a blanket sipping slowly.
Taking in the scenery all around.
Soaking in the sunlight filtered through leaves.
No one is there to break the trance.
No voices to disillusion the moment.
Only stillness in the dawn of a day.
Only peace in this perfect juncture.
I have found bliss in such heaven.
There is no comparison to it.
Nothing can touch my favorite time.
The time many call "Autumn".
Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©
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