Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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The Death of Autumn...{Sonnet 12-21}


Watching leaves turn like chameleons
Sensing Autumns......inevitable doom
Scathed by southern winds, breathing
Thru' Mother Natures.....Winter tomb
Her October conception bleeds colour
Autumntide....wherein she finds home
Sky's lustrous drapes...dropp and cover
O'er harvests cold, shadow'd greystone
And, October.....no choice but to yield
Unto Novembers...harsh, ossified meal
While, Mother Nature spins her breeze
Casting Autumn... unto Winters freeze

Burnt umber leaf.....Octobers breadth
'Til Winter's birth hails Autumns death

Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, October 10, 2012

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