Call of Autumn




The vibrant hues of autumn leaves, Adorn the trees in layers vast, They dance and prance to wind with glee, A feast indeed to dimming eyes. The songs of fall make all things bright, The ripened fields do sway with might. And oft when I watch leaves that fall, Their rustling sound flutters my heart, My pensive mind is filled with bliss, And shriveled face is lost in trance. For solemn winter I then wait, And count my days to heaven's gate   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!