An ominous wind hath opened mine eyes,
Yet she hath not cleansed thy fading autumn scent,
So fragrant, embellished with ethereal dyes,
Such canorous reminiscence thou to me hast lent.

Even though in time, I might become reduced,
To this ashen earth thou gently tread upon,
At the very least I know I was amused,
As I have felt true mirth ever and anon.

As I inspire further into my autumnal dream,
I finally reach this enchanted scent of thine.
Whilst I savour on, I reach the end or doth it seem,
Of air that inhabiteth those lungs of mine.

Enchantress, wilt thou share this final breath with me?
As autumn passeth, I wish to keep on savouring thee...