The leaves they keep falling russet, brown and gold pain blows sweetly In a haunting, swift wind carrying old forgotten memories that brush whisperingly, against the cheeks you loved to caress. Autumn leaves.... I cannot forget them, drenched in yesterdays dew, like my tears, that shine like pearls of a sweet sadness touched by the warm hues, of a glorious autumn The suns rays shine hopefully and light up with molten gold, my reflections....... as they submerge joyously in autumns hopeful glance. Hope rears its weary eyes in acceptance, of what had to be, as this seasons glory sings silently of renewal and permanence. The colours change, over swiftly passing days as if with a magic wand, weaving beautiful tapestries of lifes intricate threads. Hues of ochre, orange peach and purple Born from the womb of a glowing sunset Change swiftly over passing days hold me in thrall, and like a magic wand weave beautiful tapestries of lifes golden threads My spirits lifts in a joyous pirouette as a glorious autumn smilingly signals the leaves to their welcoming beds, and my heart begins to sing softly in a new hope.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 10:55:05 +0000
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