WHISPERS OF AUTUMN
WHISPERS OF AUTUMN
It wasn’t long before early man realised
The turn of the seasons, a pattern repeated
And that it could be predicted they soon surmised
A change to the last one, as each had completed
But Winter was a loud moan, as bitter winds blew
Feeling no guilt for all the growth it had deprived
Then a joyful Spring would bring forth everything new
And soon, a deep warm breath, as Summer had arrived
The subtlety of Autumn always delivered some peace
In a red and gold carpet from leaves that were green
A season of memories, as the year’s end of lease
But a canvas of colours that people have seen
One might just hear the messages that it will send
With the whispers of Autumn as it nears its end
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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