Acres of Autumn

I am the thinly watered sunlight
Filtered through the scarlet leaves
Of this endless autumn day.

I am the musky thick
Smell of burning wood
Carried in the pliant arms
Of the young North Wind.

I am the glow of reflecte light
Through the top-heavy clouds
Dancing across the azure sky.

Oct. 27, 2009

This poem needs editing and a final verse (I think) to finish it off. Comments appreciated!