Autumn Poem by Alexander Lawrence Posey

Autumn



IN the dreamy silence
Of the afternoon, a
Cloth of gold is woven
Over wood and prairie;
And the jaybird, newly
Fallen from the heaven,
Scatters cordial greeting,
And the air is filled with
Scarlet leaves, that, dropping
Rise again, as ever,
With a useless sigh for
Rest--and it is Autumn.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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