Changes
Summer yawns
deeply,
And the sun
dims.
Yet in the
waning light
the fires of
autumn burn brightly –
in reds,
oranges, yellows and greens.
Day to day,
the fires
delight
‘til frost
and cold
steal the
fire’s glow,
leaving the
landscape
dotted with
browns and ash
‘til
winter’s icy winds
bare the
branches naked,
readied for
the snow and ice
to grace
their limbs
‘til the sun
burns brighter once more
to wake the
sleeping earth.
agd
10.31.2015
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