Autumn Passions
by D P Thomas
Autumn brings the fires alight,
Untold colours bold and bright;
To the naked eye they seem so bland,
Unfolding slowly bright and grand;
Many see and many do not;
None are brighter as leaves they rot.
Passionate flames like a phoenix rise,
As green turns brown a new disguise;
Satirical gowns now adorn the land,
Some fall with grace like grains of sand;
In my minds eye I see each dawn
Of colours fading which I mourn;
No one knows if trees can weep,
Sadly now they all must sleep …
volume 10(6)
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