I have writen a bucolic poem, would anyone please help me touching it up? Here is the first part of my poem, the rest will be issued tomorrow. Skies signal early autumn; Skies signal early autumn. Winds gentle yet metal sharp. In hazy villages beyond city walls and painted bridges, Summer’s fiery heat retreats, Gentle coolness breeds. Drizzling rain wets my cloak. As painted barge steers toward the fairy isles.