walking with a little poetic licence

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Autumn Responds
 
Morning's gold, no mist could tame.
No depth of darkness could remain.
As Autumn's warm glow creeps stealthily,
to claim each shrouded valley.
 
Responding to her regal presence,
trees turn to face her glory -
bronzing, floating, dancing leaves
sing of summer's story.

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