Autumn Leaves
As summer nights of listless warmth
descend behind to the past,
fruits of spring hang heavy now,
ripe, and are ready to cast …
The mornings bring forth a pleasant chill,
for Mother Nature’s tired face,
who yearns for rest in a winter bed
to rest from another years grace …
For the bounty she shared with us all
are recipes blended to keep,
with a new season changing to slumber,
so quickly she drifts toward sleep …
For now all her greenery’s faded
to rustic reds, golden or browned.
Shadows are twigs and the branches;
autumn leaves now carpet the ground.
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