Autumn Splendour
By Myra Lochner
Wise trees ~ rooted in darkbrown soil ~ surrender: shed fluttering leaves like tired birds when on the green moss of the bark Nature makes her secret mark which triggers Autumn's rustic laughter At dusk the hills and velvety skies boast April's glowing garments: scarlet, bronze and crimson flames play chestnut, amber, golden games with quiet, subdued cries Come, Milady ~ Marvelous May: rise to the twittering Departure! lingering fragrances drift away upon the misty morning splendour into the rustling rustling Day ... myra Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 07:44 PM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 9 • 8
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