Autumn

I smell autumn's fragrant touch, 
Soft and silken with pale hues 
That paints its tender daintiness - 
In wondrous shades & half tones, 
Leaving weary and forlorn hearts 
Aflutter with olden memories, 
And many with thoughts of love.

I touch withered maple leaves
Scattered along the side-walk, 
Perhaps they are broken hearts
Waiting for divine intervention
From their painful agonies; 
A plight that none can behold.

I see gray clouds disappearing
Beyond a brilliant blue horizon, 
Leaving behind a dry freshness, 
Urging trees to turn shameless
And let winds help them disrobe.

I hear sweet, myriad twittering - 
Of birds celebrating an early dusk
Along with the nocturnal beasts; 
With Venus gesturing at twilight.

I feel it is to pause awhile, before 
Daylight evaporates into ether
For shadows to finally convey -

Magical secrets to dark angels 
And to the darkness of the night. 

Wish I could decipher them! 
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