Autumn

 Summer is gone.

The tree tired, Of

its sweet burdens.

Leaves, flowers, fruits.

The autumn wind,

A gentle respite.

Delicately unburdens,

Scatters near and far.

Then, bare limbs

Liven the skyline

In a soft, slow dance.

Followed by a 

long tranquil sleep.

Incubating dreams, of

a fresh spring.