Consonants and Vowels...

The wind blows cold as the leaves rustle;
crackle under way.
Sounds and smells , burning leaves
the crisp, light air,
the setting sun lights my way.

Goddess, she whispers on the wind
I hear her call my name
Her voice is soft, like the whispers in the breeze.
Red, orange, gold, waving in the setting sun
The golden leaves drop like her tears.
I am reminded of loved ones pastReflections of them in me...