Autumn's In The Air

Autumn's in the air,
and days of memories;
it's this time of year,
in all gathering unities.
Flowers are withering,
to the colours of dark;
for summer is anchoring,
its vigour and spark.

The roads to new dreams,
in twilight now are;
and everything seems,
in a mood swing afar.
The silence are prolonged,
in travail voice foretold;
that sully moments pronged,
before winter's behold.

Autumn swings in moods,
from day to day that come;
world of different attitudes,
standing near and solemn.
Like the summer started,
patently now going through;
the autumn heavyhearted,
before its hue time is due.