An argentine sky adorns the woodlands
In a misty shroud as only slight remnants
Of a long forgotten path remain,
Embraced by the beauty of maples and by
The scent of cool crisp air--autumn permeates.
Yet there is subtle warmth in the mélange
Of colorful pumpkin, gold and, vermilion leaves,
In their swirling harmonic dance
As they depart the boughs of their birth
Unified in death, as in life.
©2011 Connie Marcum Wong
*For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Splendor contest