It was a ceremony of Sparrows
Their Psalms sung on bare branches
Of Fall
Breaking, 'tis the dawn, through my frosty window
Opening to their crisp
Musical Call
The orange and gold, fallen leaves
Blow their way towards God
And The Aristocrat
Of the Robin-Red-Breast
Leaves his remanents
Upon, The New Fall Sod
The Pumpkins, they are ever ripening...
The Gourds and maze, adorn
Waving it's goodbye in the breeze
The End of Summer
With open arms, welcomed in
Autumns New Morn
The once, moist, glistening of dew
Counted on, during late summer days
Has become crystal-like
To Frosty
With each day, That Autumn Makes her way
The Equinox has now, come and gone
...When hours of light and dark equate
Making it ever
SO Official
That Autumn 'Tis Never Late
My sister in law, trisha, Passed away, last october 13,2006. It was on a friday and the day was not as glorious as this year. Seeing the beauty, and having temps from 67 -80, but with the colours, just made me feel they were heaven touched, and that maybe she had something to do with it, as while on earth she was an angel. She was 59. Died of metastisized cancer, that caused so much suffering! But she is at peace now with our creator, and looking down, one year to the day, at the beauty of autumn! Thank you for reading my work! Blessings and love, xxxxooo Theo
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Wonderful imagery. I can hear your sparrows singing Psalms on the bare branches. Your beautiful poem delights my autumn soul. Thank you, Theodora. Warmest regards, Sandra