Voices of Autumn

I know not what autumn would've been Without Pine, Cedars and Maples tall, Their leaves in shades of myriad hues And the endearing Robin's call; The withered leaves weave a carpet soft Bending boughs with their skeletal look, Blue-grey skies and a crimson dusk My languor they verily took; Hope flies in and tweets deep in my heart Whistling the tune of an old folk song, Reminds of many autumns past And faces I spied not since long; Their gentle embrace and caring looks Honeyed voices that pledged love for me, Autumn said they'll stay with my soul Entombed until infinity! ***********