Autumn’s Glaze
Lend me your hand autumn;
these changing colors that I see.
Flowing with the Autumn breeze.
Stay with me if just awhile.
Will these colors satisfy my desire?
As I linger in thy path…
Be for now or will it last…?
Awe, but all is always changing…
Never more a word is said…
That touches, echos, what once was felt…
But then the path ts known to melt…
All is relative.