The Breath of Autumn

Autumn passes like a sigh
Strained between the heat of Summer
And the bleak cold of Winter.
Skies rain leaves of thundering color
Falling from sprawling blankets
Of crunchy red and gold.
Apples ripen under the harvest moon
Their shivering rounded shadows lengthen
In the crisp night air.
The Fall season began wide and warm
But ends in narrow cold
Never touching Spring.