Cooling of the Days

Crunch crunch crunch...
Crisp and cool beneath my shoes,
Down the path I make my way
To find myself another day,
This journey controls my time
And captures my soul,
My eye watching careful
For a sight to freeze behind the lens,
As the sun slips from
The cerulean sky,
Frost attempts to share his chill,
Crunch crunch crunch...
Leaves of amber and auburn
Float to the ground
Like falling tears from the trees,
The days of summer have gone
Draining color from the hours,
Soon the winds will blow
With curtains of white closing,
Crunch crunch crunch...