Flutes of Autumn
On the little long dying cherry tree
the flutes of autumn play on a beautiful
august day that sees its ending a long way away.
The russet vies with Lincoln green to be seen
to play the more appealing tune.
Oh why when these flutes turn their colourful tunes it
sounds a haunting beauty yet when we compete our
autumn tunes better to block all ears unless we play
the songs of loving tears.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2014
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