~Autumn Dreams~

~Autumn Dreams~

Autumn Dreams….

I know the year is dying…
Soon the summer will be dead…
I can trace it in the flying…
Of the black crows overhead…
I can hear it in the rustle…
Of the dead leaves as I pass…
And the south wind’s plaintive sighing…
Through the dry and withered grass…

Ah, ‘tis then I love to wander…
Wander idly and alone…
Listening to the solemn music…
Of sweet nature’s undertone…
Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter…
Dreams my tongue cannot express…
Dreams that match the autumn’s sadness…
In their longing tenderness….

_{Mortimer Crane Brown}