(brief renderings) Joe Fazio - Autumn In July (rated in group)

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It was a cool July and it was dusk. The gentle winds that blew, brushed the Autumn of your hair. And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch your face, as I stood still. I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn, are the bees yet in their hive; snuggled closely, in their Autumn winter bed.? An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above. It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air. It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness, now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves, and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of this, and some to go, it must be Autumn, for this I know. What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn? Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes the same. It can not be July, for Autumn is abound. Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds of Autumn. How could this be July, or have the sparrows lost their way? Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air. And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds, carry silence for the day. Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain. No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day, now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky. Autumn, shall never be the same, since that Autumn day in mid July. © Joe Fazio (brief renderings) Joe Fazio poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-in-july-rated-in-group/