Autumn's in the air, br And days of memories; br It’s this time of year, br In all gathering unities. br Flowers are withering, br To the colors of dark; br For summer is anchoring, br Its vigor and spark. br br The roads to new dreams, br In twilight now are; br And everything seems, br In a mood swing afar. br The silence are prolonged, br In travail voice foretold; br That sully moments pronged, br Before winters behold. br br Autumn swings in moods, br From day to days that come; br World of different attitudes, br Standing near and solemn. br Like the summer started, br Patently now going through; br The autumn heavyhearted, br Before its hue time is due.br br Peter S.