Autumn Whispers

Sitting on the porch
in the stillness of a late evening,
drowned am I
in the calm that descends
and engulfs my being.
I strain to hear
a sound in the distance,
wondering what it is.
It is the tender rustling of leaves
in tall trees against the breeze,
treating the ears to pleasant tones.
The soft touch of a fall jacket
spreads a cozy warmth,
shielding me from the cold air.
Summer has indeed passed by,
paving the way for autumn vibes.
I envision a scene
yet to unfold in its prettiest shades.
In a wink, the splendors of the season
will adorn the landscape 
with its colors:
red, yellow, orange, and brown.
I catch the sight in my mind’s eye
as melodic tunes play in the background,
telling stories of love.
I admire the artists and their art.
The magic they spark
soothes my senses
and showers me with boundless bliss.
Now and then, the quiet in the dark sky
is momentarily broken
by the roar of airplanes
rushing through the puffy clouds.
Transported am I 
to the childhood I once lived,
when soaked in pristine innocence,
I looked at the sky 
and waved at that silver bird,
believing I was seen
by those in that speedy flight.
I smile at the memory, 
at the naivety that once surrounded me
and return to the present.
My mind wanders to the birds
that chirped during the day,
hopping from one branch to the next.
They have now rested for the night,
to ease the tiredness of their busy chores.
Without a pause,
the seconds, minutes, and hours roll by,
as the earth witnesses 
the passing of a day
and awaits another, fresh and new.
I too await the morning sun
that brings new promises and hopes
each day.
I say a prayer of heartfelt gratitude
for the blessings I have been bestowed,
as I long to rest my weary self.
Like a string of pearls,
I have gathered together
the beautiful moments
of an autumn night.