To Turn A Color(Season's End)

Summer air has changed its shape Cold and warm I feel the soft breeze upon my toes Light and fresh Leaves bounce with a strange energy Quiet and respectful I can feel a certain peace upon the air Stoic and solid Walking through the oranging trees Thoughtful and still While golden leaves drift past my feet Beautiful and alive I breathe deeply of the earth's scent Dark and deep And the wind drops the world at my feet