A Glorious Fade Poem by B. V. Dahlen

The year is rusting,
flaking fast away
in tumbling swirling
chips of fire fay.

A puff of golden
prances through the field
and shivers branches
disinclined to yield.

The stately armies
rows of corn shocks tall
stand at attention
in the fields of fall.

The sunrise trundles
sleeps awhile in bed
and twilight burning
gallops on ahead.

The cricket chorus
grand finale found
ballet of fireflies
curtain call with sound.

The moon steals closer
breathing starlit frost,
as though still seeking
summer evenings lost.

Fall breezes conjure
weave a perfumed spell
send wind chimes dancing
ringing summer's knell.