Taste Of Fall Poem by C.D. Xiang

The taste of Fall
blesses the arid air
In silence stands a sentinel
awaiting the smokey aroma
Crisp and cleansing will it be
Clear and star-spun like old lace
A touch of ice upon the tongue
reminds of embraces long ago
like this gentle season arising comprising out of the west impossible blue
so perfect a hue so fine caresses
once upon this season's change
so perfect your hands upon my face
my hands on yours gentle as snowfall coming soon
Breezes turn chill barren the
Trees
Mists arise in evening remind
Anew of the pure tenderness we shared on the eve of Fall