Autumn Leaves
Summer laid its fully taste
over flowers, over trees,
and a laden, heavy sky,
lingers on in mysteries.
Time has come for drunken clouds,
plunging in a turquoise sky,
driven by the autumn´s breath,
through the golden wheat and rye,
braiding early autumn´s wreath.
Trees are colouring their leaves,
summer birds will cease to sing,
and an early autumn breeze,
receives
messages of tales,
carried on a fuzzy wing.
Copyright © Gert W. Knop | Year Posted 2007
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