Autumn's Gilded Breeze

Autumn leaves form a cradle

rocked by wind and spun like dreidels

Ghostly spectres haunt the sky

cast upon an upturned eye.

Chance to fall within my reach

with veins run cold they do beseech:

Drink deeply autumn's gilded breeze

to brace thy heart before the freeze.

Rick LeCocq

October 1, 2007

I don't often write poetry, but this one just fell out of my head as I was going to sleep.