The Branches Bare

Written by: Broken Wings

The wind is cold and the flowers dying The leaves are drifting and the rain is falling Thunder is booming and rivers are tumbling Grass is faded and birds are flying away The forests and woods have a sad sombre hue Autumn's storms are sweeping and yet . . . And yet, there is a glittering beauty of delight With brittle colorful leaves and crisp morning walks O, the splendor of burnt orange fall scenes O, the tinkle of those falling leaves . . . Written by Constance La France August 27, 2012 For the contest Autumn Splendor Sponsored by Russell Sivey