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Autumn Requiem

Summer is no more

in the forest of my mind.

Thickets, marsh and moor

lie in hush of fall’s decline.


Maple sheds her robes,
crisp and gnarled are her leaves.
Apple’s crimson globes,
field's hay gathered into sheaves.

Autumn flowers glow,
asters, black-eyed susans still,
ere winter’s icy blow
spreads its blanket white and chill.

One last lonely walk
under barren branches sky.
One last quiet talk
before the snows of winter fly.
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last updated 29 October 2017 - 7:56pm
©22 September 2017 - 10:48pm — darkpool
23 September 2017 - 1:48am — allets
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Mellow Tones

"more" and "moor" I kept thinking of Kathy and Heathcliff - ha! The season changes, the poet celebrates the season.  - allets -