In The Autumn Of October { Sonnet X-X I I I } Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

October leaves behind.....its charm,
November winds fracture young limbs,
Scent o' flowers hail impending doom
In Mother Nature's cold hearted womb
Exacting harsh change upon'er throne-
Of autumntide whereby she calls home.

Her sunsets pour red....like Cabernet,
Leaving Augusts haze memories far away,
While o'er harvests- gathering fields,
Soft Autumn mist fosters harvests meal.
Mother Nature pro-curates...with tease
Off th' wisp of Octobers sudden breeze

Ochre leaves dangling from their branch-
Til Winter comes to silence their Dance.




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Frank James Ryan, Jr / FjR