Autumn is the denouement of Nature's novel
The hopes and plans of middle-March played out
In violent golds and gory reds
Winter's breath steals in by night
To kill the works of August sun
And so return the leaves and buds
To the ground from which they sprung.
Beautiful fall photo and poem Autumn!
ReplyDeleteOkay, now your just showing off! That was wonderful. I'm imagining you wrote it, because you didn't list an author.
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