Falling

Send us Fan MailFallingWith warm winds that bring each autumn, summer’s last breath falls across the fields,October lies, fallow,beneath the stars as gently, slowly, the season turns and bids farewell,with winter’s call to yield.For above and beyond the empty hands,the crowning grace of trees,a pale moon full, across the hidden the skies,pulls the shadows behind the last of daylight,turning life to greys and the changingcolours,of forgotten summer leaves [email protected]