Autumn Sadness
It must be written on the wind,
those ancient prophecies
of time immemorial and its hymn,
repeating the rise and the fall
of spring rain and summer dew
floating in the fallen leaf hues;
here it comes again in fall of rain
hazy torrential downpour streams
pumpkin and chrysanthumum dreams
with color palettes indiscrete
crimson reds and festive oranges
faded greens and yellowed brown beats;
slipping into shadows of midday gloom
and the quiet stillness of the autmn fall
where neither sun nor flower bloom
ready now for winter sleep
as all life rests in momentary pause
in wait of thanksgiving and Christmas treats;
in the solitary seasons hush
memory recalls the times long gone
as nature paints the earth with its newest brush.
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