Each second leaves fall one by one to ground,
And languidly caress their neighbours one
By one, as if in fond farewell. The sun
Still smiles, but weakly now, as though it’s bound
By Autumn’s spell. Its rays make plumes of steam
Rise gently off the grass, and now and then
A bird’s sweet song bewitches me again.
All else is silent like as in a dream.
I love this time, when all drifts off to sleep.
And nature’s palette fades to softer hue.
The ground now crunches brittle ‘neath my feet
In just the place where once the flowers grew.
But flowers, I admit, I love you too,
I long for Spring to bring you life anew!
©2005 Jon Lloyd
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