Days Of Autumn Poem by Connie Marcum Wong
Days Of Autumn
An argentine sky
Adorns the woodlands
In a misty shroud.
As only slight remnants
Of a long forgotten path remain,
Embraced by the beauty of maples
And by the scent of cool crisp air
Autumn permeates.
Yet there is a subtle warmth
In the mélange of colorful
Pumpkin, gold and vermilion leaves,
In their swirling harmonic dance
As they depart the boughs of their birth
Unified in death, as in life
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