Dying Embers of Autumn
Dying Embers of Autumn-a Triquatrain
Now night is done, the welcome sun
Breaks through and greets the dawn.
A rose in bloom with faint perfume
Awakes this Autumn morn.
What awesome sight at morning light,
A tapestry of leaves.
Exquisite shades in woods and glades,
A wondrous web she weaves.
The winds may blow, until the snow
Of winter takes a hold.
There’s much to see, the wild and free,
Before the days grow cold.
A robin sings, such joy he brings,
The sweetest melody.
While Nature stirs, the world demurs,
For winter is our destiny.
Copyright © Faye Lowley | Year Posted 2016
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