Thoughts swooning under
Autumn chill of afternoon
Flowers loosing bloom
Chirping birds return to nest
Dusk falls silent in night's lap

Lyrical cicadas create music
Crescent moon and I at leisure
Silent listener to the lullaby
Being sung for drowsy leaves
Of black oak

Calm kisses the autumn night
wrapped in sequin of tiny bluets
Earth's robe is still hazy green
Her red and orange dress being tailored
For fall's show by skilled craftsmen of time.

Savita Tyagi

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-278/