Call of Autumn
The cool zephyr gently whispers
In the ears of trees that stand tall,
Leaves pirouette to autumn's call
Dazzling in myriad colors.
Spreading the crowned canopy,
In shades of crimson, auburn and amber,
Like the soft tresses of a heavenly damsel
Coquettishly spread across the boughs,
The trees tether to the foliage with bated breath,
Before they finally let go.
And the vibrant leaves slowly fall,
Buoyantly like fragile feathers,
As they turn to dying embers,
The mirthful summer they recall.
Brown and brittle they lay in oblivion,
Savoring the ephemeral rendezvous,
Until the boisterous wind,
Carries them far across...
Overtime they finally rest,
Peacefully upon nature's lap.
The bare trees continue to brave the gruesome winter with hope,
Anticipating Spring, all the unkind miles they once again cope.
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