The Autumn




All autumn I so much desire- That the hues remain forever. Draped in such a dazzling attire, They are God´s best endeavour. Mad with joy, Ah ! I sing and dance, Forgetful of this passing chance. The watching wind burns with envy, Howls like a pack of raging wolves, Keen to gulp all in a frenzy- They are the demon´s best moves. What I saw, cannot see again - The naked trees moaning in pain!   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!