Intangible, there’s something
different in the air
Not too sure about that though
as it’s not, as yet, quite there
Some say it is the Autumn
knocking at the door
Yet today I felt the summer
coming back for more
Having said that, there’s a fragrance
feint upon the breeze
The sunshine’s lost a little strength
and there’s a browning to the leaves
So I guess it won’t be long
until the crunching time is near
When everything turns golden
at the falling time of year