The Voice of Autumn
Softly sighing, cerulean skies melt over a trail of endings.
Lost in last night’s laughing leaves, silent reflections, memories trembling.
Echoing along shadows, laughing quietly as past photographs.
Rich burgundy and auburn, pierce the silence with their tender sadness.
Special lights blaze into melancholic history of September.
Burning the worn luster from stardust, aching peace surrounds each dark tree.
Illuminating the sound of hope, autumn grows a still harvest moon.
Enchanting the sunset skies, glorious sparks of sweet grace fall bravely.
Wonders from autumn’s naked oaks believe the wind’s kiss will still abide.
Serenity lifts the darkness, erasing shadows of doubt from dusk.
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