Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

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Autumns Golden Wreath - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

On th' dusty fields of umber
be no trail nor trace of summer,
October's breath unfolds
a wreath of autumn, solid gold;

smoked shadow, naked branch
leaves like ticker-tape in dance,
trees stripped of their potpourri
makes the lonely artist grieve-

for the many hues and tones
the artists inspiration hones
pictorial skills of imagescape
depicting autumns scent and taste-

of hickory, acorns and rain,
harvests fertile spread of grain.
Hallowed be these precious gifts
'til their spirits pass and drift.

Winter bites with lions teeth,
surely Robert Frost would speak,
engaged by Autumn's golden wreath-
'til autumns death thus be complete.

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Frank James Ryan, Jr./FjR

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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR

Topic(s) of this poem: autumn, nature

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 18, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, September 19, 2016

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