Autumn Fall
Gold leaf falling from the promising tree
Brisk breeze of an October fall.
The birds loud in their fallow,
With the changing season of tommorow.
The branches cling on for hope
But snap and crack in their amnesty.
The green fields now swarmed
With sienna and yellow flakes, they elope.
The wind ever changing and harping it's song,
Not timid in it's sense and spirit.
Forever swiftly evolving it's trope,
From the whisper of dusk to the darkest of dawn.
Copyright © Nick Na | Year Posted 2025
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