Sovereign Autumn
Awaiting Summer's rule to end
Fall sleeps in dream of colored shades.
As sun unwinds its solstice bend,
The hope of autumn soon pervades
While emerald kingdom slowly fades.
When Autumn wakes from her repose,
The cooling wind calls out to trees,
"Come trade your basic olive clothes
For colored raiments as you please
And walk with me upon the breeze."
The kindest queen of all the four,
How graciously does Autumn start.
For all her subjects do adore
Her renaissance of forest art
And come to soothe heat-blistered heart.
9.15.18
Contest: Bring on Fall
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2018
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