Donna
Autorin
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The sun took a step back to gaze longingly at this beautiful bright day,
sky so blue you could drown in it.
Melancholy wove a mellow ribbon onto a gentle breeze that lulled the leaves to sleep.
This is when I knew Summer had collapsed into Fall. And change was coming.
As Autumn was awakened.
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II
Fluttering from the Autumn tree
every leaf speaking bliss to me.
Of light, color and harmony.
Summer's last wave goodbye.
There is a lustre in the sky.
Air like cider, crisp and calm chi.
Autumn's face filled with grace.
Golden is his embrace.
Poplars are flaming torches.
Carved pumpkins on porches.
There is wild music in chilled winds.
Soft scarves tucked over our chins.
The fading of each tomorrow.
And the bitter-sweet of letting go.
©Donna H.
November 12, 2022
The sun took a step back to gaze longingly at this beautiful bright day,
sky so blue you could drown in it.
Melancholy wove a mellow ribbon onto a gentle breeze that lulled the leaves to sleep.
This is when I knew Summer had collapsed into Fall. And change was coming.
As Autumn was awakened.
********************************
II
Fluttering from the Autumn tree
every leaf speaking bliss to me.
Of light, color and harmony.
Summer's last wave goodbye.
There is a lustre in the sky.
Air like cider, crisp and calm chi.
Autumn's face filled with grace.
Golden is his embrace.
Poplars are flaming torches.
Carved pumpkins on porches.
There is wild music in chilled winds.
Soft scarves tucked over our chins.
The fading of each tomorrow.
And the bitter-sweet of letting go.
©Donna H.
November 12, 2022