An Autumn Poem

Ah, Autumn,
tickling my memory
of days not so hot,
russet the season,
honey light
the last sweet warmth
before plunging
into another time -
walk me lightly, Autumn
through the ebbing days
dancing like a fallen leaf
head to toe
in your cooling wind,
hold my hand,
your amber fingers wrapped tightly
about my own,
until winter’s chill grip
drags me into
that cold tomorrow.