In the Key of Autumn
Like a feather softly kissing the air
on drifts of a cool breeze so gentle
dancing carelessly on wings of the wind
can you see the forest through the fallen leaves?
The taste of bold splashes against an ocean blue sky
ruby red, chartreuse green and mustard gold
whispering melodies in the key of Autumn’s delight
the sundry applause of a celebration unfolds.
-Kym Gordon Moore