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Autumn handmaid of summer Clinging greedily to its green Unwilling to let go of life It vies with gold to be seen Leaves glowing richly in sun Changing slowly russet red Or glorious butter yellow Their beauty turns my head A soft breeze stirs in the trees Gently coaxing their wealth away But there is a reluctance To let the season have full sway A carpet of their fallen bounty Lies strewn here beneath my feet And now the wind grows wilder Drowning nature’s last heartbeat Autumn herald of winter A ghost in the evening mist Abandoned and forever lost Like a lover never kissed
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
The dying season
Autumn handmaid of summer Clinging greedily to its green Unwilling to let go of life It vies with gold to be seen Leaves glowing richly in sun Changing slowly russet red Or glorious butter yellow Their beauty turns my head A soft breeze stirs in the trees Gently coaxing their wealth away But there is a reluctance To let the season have full sway A carpet of their fallen bounty Lies strewn here beneath my feet And now the wind grows wilder Drowning nature’s last heartbeat Autumn herald of winter A ghost in the evening mist Abandoned and forever lost Like a lover never kissed
Autumn - a beautiful season here in the village where I live
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
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