Autumn Songs
It began with acoustics
The heart started to strum
A season designed for recluses
To play their autumn songs.
Fathered green and rustling
The last trembling leaf falls
Adding to the emotion
Of sounds born out of trees.
Nature plays with music
Swallowing the vine and breath
Reds and browns colliding
Into a crescendo of fresh soil.
Copyright © Tony Waeland | Year Posted 2009
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