The Autumn Crown
Crisp dry leaves falling down
to a burnished blanket on the ground
The gentle wind shakes them all free
from the loving mother where they want to be
♞♜♝
In the darkness they twirl spiraling down
landing softly with out a sound
A beautiful carpet on the ground
in the harvest moonlight, an autumn crown
♞♜♝
The foggy morning is slow to break
the birds are in no rush to wake
A breezy frost is all around
cracking branches, an eerie sound
♞♜♝
The folded clumps of thick silver grass
a frame for cobwebs that will never last
The hazy sunshine breaks at last
the rusty gate frost thawing fast
♞♜♝
The autumn beauty in view all around
the tracks of snails weave across the ground
The morning sun is now warming fast
its hot breath kissing everything at last
♞♜♝
As the fog begins to loose its grip
thin brown mushrooms become tall and crisp
The afternoon gives a short reprieve
to the sub zero evening with its stiffening breeze
⏩ Brendan Curran, The Poet Without A Pen.
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