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Grand finale The leaves rustle Like crackling flames in the autumn breeze Citrine embers , captivate Widened eyes of an imagination Remnant limbs outstretched And ashen Sweeping bristles of natures broom A wave of fire , a dragging cloak Hanging on the shoulders of the sun Summers grand finale The final act , up in a ball of fire I watch the leaves rustle Like pinwheels Dipped in crimson orange Rolling off into the horizon A recycled canvas Waiting to be dipped in snowfall Scrubbed with a winter sponge And ready Ready for springtimes pallet Of gemstone hue's And a brush melded In morning dew and sunshine And to start the cycle again Until summers grand finale
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
Grand finale ( an autumn tale)
Grand finale The leaves rustle Like crackling flames in the autumn breeze Citrine embers , captivate Widened eyes of an imagination Remnant limbs outstretched And ashen Sweeping bristles of natures broom A wave of fire , a dragging cloak Hanging on the shoulders of the sun Summers grand finale The final act , up in a ball of fire I watch the leaves rustle Like pinwheels Dipped in crimson orange Rolling off into the horizon A recycled canvas Waiting to be dipped in snowfall Scrubbed with a winter sponge And ready Ready for springtimes pallet Of gemstone hue's And a brush melded In morning dew and sunshine And to start the cycle again Until summers grand finale
The end of summer , enter the fall
#poetry#autumn
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hank-van-well-jr
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
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