Purple wildflower
Make one last attempt
But the sun sits too low
Signaling the earth’s contempt

Days grower shorter
Life races to beat sun fall
Then a feeling of content
Knowing winter forestalled

Autumn aromas of
Drying leaves and distant snow
A time for understanding
The years efforts did bestow

Winds blow from the north
Starting the end of the year
Make one last attempt
To find yesterday’s souvenir