Autumn Sky

It sways in air with its elegant glow

Painted in deep blue and sprayed with feint white

The crisp September wind begins to blow

And freshens my room bathed in warm sunlight.

Soon the brightest star of all rises high

Its dazzling rays stretch across the town

Blinding tendrils brush aside morning sky
and shine, dressed in velvety orange gown.

With the curtain of dusk descending on land

Silvery moon shyly unveils its beauty 

Summoned stars embroider the sky with strands

Gentle snores resonate in streets, performed tutti.

Here in a meadow I stand very small,

Silhouetted in the picture of a night fall.