Autumn Rose

A star shines above songs of frogs Summer has ended thrown to dogs Fields brilliant shades orange brown gold Lavender faded flowers fold Barbed-wire fence post soaking dew morning mist burned away by sunlight hue crickets chirp among the row of fir waiting for night to sing their verse bend of creek where waters turn small rapids which fail much churn nostalgic ghosts of times untold last of rose petals hold soothing noon sun will to shine hills bearing wheat and hay to bind find me there nestled sweet well rested still from head to feet