Autumn Upon Parade
Tinges of red and gold fall away as confetti tint
Beneath on high, naked limbs wave swept
A taint of winter's coming mistral wind
Whispers out, with just a rose cheek hint
Autumn is here upon parade
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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