An Autumn Move
Up from the morning’s creeping mist
the newborn day appeared
and in the briskness of the dawn
no sparrow’s song was heard.
The pumpkin wet with sunrise dew
Reflected the light’s raze
Shinning, round and brimming new
A jewel among the haze
The autumn morn moved slowly on
Until the noon was bold
And warmth was here to dote upon
With night's approaching cold
10/13/2021
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2021
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