~
Sheds that brazen gown
Her season of wantonness
Comes to a bold end
Autumn turns, holds out
the empty plate of Winter
crumbs swept in, bonfire
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.
Samhain has begun
Falling leaves are soon to come
Lost ones' texts of love
--
Empty classrooms fill
with sounds of learning until
Nature dismisses.
Seasons' full rich stains
Bleed, blend, brush bright hues and paint
Earth’s rare art quite quaint.
Cynthia Calder, 08.31.24
From freezing, cascade
Into verdancy anew
To scorched full circle
. . . . .
A storm rolling in.
There is nary wind nor rain.
But disaster looms.
-superglue77 September 1st
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Nature's prism
Blends leafy autumn colours
To Winter's White
autumn shows no death
yes fall is a better name
for leaves with lost lives
Lightning cracks the dark sky,
Heavy rain drums on thirsty ground
Wind whispers secrets through night.
