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Autumnal Observations.
Each bank and bough are fulsome
blessed, upon September's tide.
In every nestled blanket green
bright jewels of autumn hide.
Where brown of wing in polka'd
dance, two summer spirits twine.
And tumbled still, in disarray
late winks the bramble's shine.
With painted nails, and empty hands
the hips now show their thorns,
and summer's kiss is carried down
upon the leaves that mourn.
Autumn is my second favorite
Autumn is my second favorite time of year, and you have written a most enjoyable poem about it.
Starward
Thank you so much, glad you
Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed the poem :-)