Autumn Evenings

The crunch from a carpet of leaves,
Haunts steps while canopied by trees,
A refreshing easterly breeze,
Gently whipping up memories,
As chills strive to sink their way in,
Thoughts turn to the warmth that's waiting,
Days where the sun has reign have been,
Now on we see darkness growing,
In those dying moments of day,
We'll pray to in the moment stay,
Breathing nature's scents of decay,
Woollen garments keeps cold at bay,
Regrets not coupled with what's been,
While caught up in what is passing,
Though these days may warm one within,
A fire shall begin beckoning.