Cool grace,

Cool grace,

The open smile

That lights your face.

A welcome to the day

Expression.

With a power

To both comfort,

And bring me to my knees.

The gentle breeze,

On a warm morning,

Brings a hopeful lift,

To falling leaves,

In idle drift,

To final rest.

Upon the waiting floor.

The smell of autumn,

Oozing and enveloping,

Bursting through the

Unlocked door.

The thrill of early rising,

The first glimpse of sun,

When it

Floods across the sky,

With a blue that is

As deep as any sea.

I swim through the air.

A welcome draft,

With an undertow

That pulls me through

The day.

It feels I might be

Flying with the birds,

Seeking to flee,

Before the bitter wind,

That is soon to follow.

Although ,

It will not be today,

It might be tomorrow.