Ardor of Autumn Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones. My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold. Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones, October has my body feeling old. Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring The rain that falls upon my window pane, How nature's timing changes everything, How death of cold rejuvenates again. The beauty of this season inspires Poetry to flow from my hand to pen, As romantic thoughts of my desires, Memories of our tender love back when Our souls first encountered a love so deep, As I recall those times they make me weep. 10-4-19 ~Third Place~ Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Hamilton