Autumn Glory

It’s Autumn once more,

What a sight to behold,

Streets lined with  crimson

And laden with gold.

Moon like a saucer,

Days getting shorter,

As Summer lays down

To make way for the cold.

 

Warm woolen knits, crackling fires,

Wild geese fly over,

Through pink, sunset skies,

Off with a flap of migratory wings,

The earth gives birth, Creation sings!

 

Season of beauty, nature’s last fling,

Before winter makes bare,

And the earth sleeps till Spring,

Emblazoned in Scarlet,

You take your last breath,

Your most glorious hour,

Was found at your death.

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