Autumn

Silvered green and grey cloaked smile,

drooping leaves and chill held time,

bird song crisp, and gentled call

held in warmth … surrender all.

Frost touched earth embraces day,

stretches limbs of darkened night,

calls to being moments born

whispers promise dressed as dawn.

Flowered secrets tease the wind

caress with colour morning’s dream

and wait for winter’s icy breath

to lead the way to life in death.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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