And All That's Gold Poem by Shirley Harrison

And All That's Gold

Dancing shadows of leaves
tell me it's autumn

colorful shades
turning from bright green
to yellow and pink
pumpkin orange
then to soft rusty brown

warm sunshine beaming
through the, soon to be
skeleton of the great oak

and all the while I'm wondering…

how could the transition
from this now, sleeping summer
be so darn glorious?

And All That's Gold
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An Ode To Autumn
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