When The Colors Change Poem by W.F.D. BLCK

It's that time again when bright yellow turns bronze.
A time when on cooler winds brings an old autumnal feeling.
Memories are crisp, emotions are varied like shapes and patterns
of leaves. Thoughts whirl and twist within our day symbolic of
the season. Romantic love is fragrant unlike the perfume of
summer. School is in session, another year receding, the holidays
approaching. Yes, the dimming mist permeates the air as the signs
of Fall are here.