Dearest of dear.....
As I turn a cycle Autumn falls
Where the trees stand so tall
There handsome brances now lay naked
There leaves dropped there crispness forsaken
Children run through the path
bedded grounded leaves
For oh they please.....
A pleasing sight to any eye
Colours of richness like the mind on fire
Deepest red ,golden gold,cats eyes of green
Shades of delight under the moonlight
Even sets passion to all senses
The stolen perfume
That smells like blossom to bloom
Its tones would decorate any room......
Out with the old in with the new
Swept grounds making way for two
We dream of spring its sparkle may bring
Even the baby birds will sing
Freshness from stalemate
A new beginning of natures fate
The path way clear to clear
Its journey long but so near
but so ready to appear of dearest of dear......