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Launch of Autumn's Narrative
After the glistening stars have spoken,
Night has fallen, soft and quiet, with poise,
Reflecting all the hearts that have broken,
Shattered by the winds, such a ghastly noise.
After the gentle moon finds its shadow,
Still as the quaint forest in its glory
Beautiful tears, like dew, tumble so slow
Early moments of grief in the story.
After the graceful flames ignite the soul,
Embracing tears, kissing away the fears,
Then appears God’s breathless light to console,
Heartening dreams in tales like Shakespear’s.
Night soon gestures to trees in their bright green,
Enchanting hearts as summer starts to grieve.
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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