An Autumn Pastoral
How is it in this meadow plush with grass
Where sturdy oaks stand holding up the sky
Their shade recedes -long summer days decry
To fade their glinting leaves to molten brass
Leaves that turn into October’s dream
Floating down as rustic butterflies
In Nature’s oft repeating Fall disguise
Bright canvases that set first frost agleam
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2019
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