As Our Memories Of The Autumnal Season
Passes
Of Days, Warm &
Golden
Trees Flashing
Brilliantly
Hues Of Red And Yellow
Each Edged With Traces
Of Umber And Orange
Skies
Brilliant In Hue
Clouds
Satiny White
Drift On High
Islands Upon An Ocean
Of Blue
From Horizon To Horizon
Silently They Float
Until Day Is Done
Gently Rests The Sun
Setting The Stage
With Pastels Soft
Yet Vibrant
Soon
Autumn fades
Clouds Of Grey Soon
Appear
Obscuring Skies
Once Azure Blue
And Upon A Starless
Night
The Moon
Shrouded In An
Opalescent Halo
With All Still And Quiet
Each & Everyone
Nestled Safely In Their Beds
It Will Come
Drifting Silently
From The Heavens Above
And Soon
Come The Morn
All Shall Awaken
To A World
Where Sights Once
Familiar
Now Clad In White
Crystalline
Every Breath Taken
Sharp And Crisp
Scents, Smoky Sweet
From Chimneys
Grey Tendrils Replete
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