9-13-2011     The First Cool Breeze 

   As I survive again,my mind has endured the summers heat,

My hands open-pull away as my feet do from the ground,

I leave the Autumn exhausted,I get my first restful breath,

The turning of the  leaves brings more colors than I can imagine,

Cool to cold at last,Frost meets the early morning shadows cast,

Of the first snow falling ,my heart furies fast as my footsteps follow me as if I were a leader,

The leader of the lonesome,standing out here in the cold.                                             .                         .