Is Autumn Our Middle Age? Poem by guillermo veloso

Is Autumn Our Middle Age?



Is Autumn Our Middle Age?
Twig, vein and leaf laid bare
Soft sway, rustle and quiet rage
Now naked to sun and air
Stripped of summer’s sinful green
Radiant Colors true and proud
From tip to root now sage and lean
But too soon for winter’s shroud

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