A continuum poem

These are leaves
which surround me
in my back yard
as autumn advances
adventurers
the night is always young
as I peep
through my window daily
all passers by smile at me

are you composing poetry
delightfully
the night makes me dream
of the morn yet to be born
ere arrives another fresh dawn
another autumn is newly sworn

ages since
to ages hence
so within my hearth stay warm
till autumn has once again
come and gone
ere the sun returns home
to the North

till then enjoy me
and
my autumn

Autumn’s Lovelier Nights (The continuum one)