Humbled

A chill has struck the air but not a calm so can you see

The graying of the heavens leaves my mind in ecstasy

Surreal are the colors which adorn the very trees

So playfully they bend and bow against the autumn breeze

A distant flame’s aroma holding memories ere gone

Which cling unto my soul like morning dew upon the lawn

Arrested by the starlight when the veil of night is drawn

And humbled just to be among the ranks of nature’s spawn