Autumn Night Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

SOFTLY THE WIND BLOWS
THE RAINBOW LEAVES
OFF THE TREES
INTO THE POND
THAT WHIRLS SO GENTLE
BEFORE THE LEAVES ARE FORCE
TO FLOAT ON
WHILE THE CLOUDS APART
AND THE SUN GOES DOWN
LEAVING THE LEAVES
STILL BLOWING AROUND
OFF THERE TREES
WHICH NOW GOES BARE
WHILE THE NIGHT COMES IN
BRINGING A SLIGHT CHILL
TO THE AIR
AS I SIT OUTSIDE
IN MY AUTUMN NIGHT
JUST SIPPING MY TEA
AND HOLDING MY BLANKET TIGHT
WHILE FALLING A SLEEP
IN THE COOL BREEZE
OF MY AUTUMN NIGHT