The Branches Bare
The wind is cold and the flowers dying
The leaves are drifting and the rain is falling
Thunder is booming and rivers are tumbling
Grass is faded and birds are flying away
The forests and woods have a sad sombre hue
Autumn's storms are sweeping and yet . . .
And yet, there is a glittering beauty of delight
With brittle colorful leaves and crisp morning walks
O, the splendor of burnt orange fall scenes
O, the tinkle of those falling leaves . . .
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August 27, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/The Branches Bar
Copyright Protected, ID 08-416-513-27
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
For the contest Standard Autumn Splendor
Sponsor, Russell Sivey, Judged 09/15/2012
First Place
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