It calls to me

Autumn,it calls to me(short)
the wind blew gently,
rustling the leaves,
making a whispering sound briefly,
as the late bloomer begins to receive.

yellow and orange all around,
the sky a light beautiful blue,
leaves flowing on the ground,
winter...will be here soon.

walk slowly to your destination,
enjoy the light breeze.
let your face begin to brighten,
and show all of its beauties.

it calls to me,
ever so gently.
By sacredheart