Closer to Autumn

The sun stands on her knees reinforcing the thoughts and pleas meant for god and his army.
The waves hold their hands in grateful revere, shaking with honest tears.
Eloping clouds are sheltered dreams, canvases of time.
Graying grass crawls toward the fainting sun.
The air is of dusk; gental and crisp.
The shadows are empowered by the knowledge of change,
And my breath is a witness to the seasons sway.