Autumn softly exhaled a reluctant, cool breeze

Gently face and my shoulders caressing,

Like benevolent and maybe silly caprice,

Never ending, mysterious blessing.

 Busy quarrelling cranes, crying song through the night,

Just announced, that tomorrow they’re leaving.

In the morning they’ll go out of mind- out of site,

Unsuspecting horizon deceiving.

I inhale with a smile this refreshing cool gust,

Dizzy spell overpowers my reasons,

And impetuous dreams of that sweltering dust

 Will remind me of altering seasons.

I will wait for the rainstorms tomorrow again,

Down pouring from glorious heaven-

A reward for eternally lost cyclamen

And most beautiful hyacinth ever.

Snow will color my garden all white before long,

Frosty branches will stroke freezing fingers,

And abandoned footprints, like forgotten old song,

On the snow will eternally linger.

There, of course, will be blizzards and violent winds,

And I know that somewhere and someone

Will be begging for dazzling and blistering heat,

Dreaming sandy and glittering summer.

But for now I’ll embrace this auspicious breeze,

Let it take yellow leaf to the distance.

Gentle Earth will repeat this awaited caprice

Many times through perplexing existence.