Magic of Autumn
A bank of clouds so white and still
The plaintiff call of a whippoorwill
The lolling clouds drift to and fro
Oblivious to the scene below
A shadow suddenly appears
Across a glistening pond
As if some unknown magician waved
His magic autumn wand
A blaze of glory that I see
From painted leaves once green
Now shows unrivaled autumn hues
Through magic, sight unseen
I looked into the early light
As a maze of clouds went by
The movement of those billowing clouds
Caused a whirlpool in the sky
The panoramic hill tops
Of multi-colored leaves
Caused the turning leaves of autumn
To float upon the breeze
And then a leaf of scarlet red
Pulled gently from its source
It wafted to and fro in flight
And often changed its course
The bank of clouds then broke apart
Amazed, I wondered why?
A quickly moving gurgling stream
Caught that leaf out of the sky
It settled gently on the waves
Turning neither left or right
I said goodbye to that autumn leaf
As it bobbed quickly out of sight
I know I'll see that leaf no more
Till autumn comes and then
The scarlet reds and candy yellows
Will paint the leaves again!
Copyright © George D. Miller | Year Posted 2015
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