There is a chill pervades the air
One feels the wind rush up the stair
The smell of fall upon the breeze
Floats gently by, soft as you please
A silence bides there in the room
Akin to patience, not to gloom.
The moments pass unnoticed now
As signs of autumn show somehow
Slowly the leaves begin to change
From light to dark the colors range
We wait here on the edge of fate
Pray God our time is not too late !
Claire V. Bogdanos 