In Fall the breath comes wild and sweet

In Fall the breath comes wild and sweet,
The heart is swiftly drumming;
And birds who stay will oft' repeat,
Old Winter soon is coming.

A certain corner of the heart,
Crisp Fall with joy encroaches;
Though Summer's blooms must now depart,
And Winter fast approaches.

No other season ever knows
Such joy and melancholy,
As beauty in the eye swift flows
From bloom, to leaf, to holly.


(Tobias Walton, as told by Van Reid)

Van Reid, Author - Moosepath.com

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