Fall
Fall
If I place the chair just so
the auburn sunlight plays a kalidescope
upon my face
Through fading leaves
amber gold of harvests yield
gifts received in arms of grace
Fallen apples all around
autumn breeze, cool autumn breeze
afternoon in falls embrace
As a child I ran
through natures orchards
dappled sun enveloped this space
Now as a grown man
tainted eyes I see
the boy in me upward turns his face.
Stephen (Stoic)
Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2012
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