Autumn Air

The autumn air
Waking up from
Its long rested slumber
Its gentle brush tells me
It means no harm
Before it drifts away;
And without a care
Floating on whims,
Drifts past fields of lumber
And unoccupied fields
Where cows used to graze
Bleary patches in a lemon chiffon haze
If only we could explore together
To go somewhere
In this weather
Arm in arm

a poem by thomas tran