Joseph Enright Poems
- Autumn Autumn came in multicolors last year, Fiery reds ...
- The Acorn An acorn on an oak tree grew, The wind around him...
- A Nonsence Is the moon lazy when it lies on its back? Was...
- The Frog A frog came in my house today, Uninvited, you ...
- Youth In the stillness of the night I lie and think of days ...
- A Limerick There was a young man from Warsaw ...
- The Foal Struggling to stand on wet green land, Mother ...
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Autumn came in multicolors last year,
Fiery reds and burnished oranges
Bright yellows and rusty greens,
Painted leaves that floated
From barren branches
And rested lightly on the sleeping grass
The musty smell of dying things
So particular to autumn
Lingered in the air.
Death comes spectacularly
Proudly, in Autumn.
'This is not Death 'I thought
Death is the sand of your lifes hourglass,
Spilling grain by ever decreasing grain
Onto the scales of Death'
Autumn is the time of sleeping
The dawn of a new beginning.