The Heart Of Autumn Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The heart of autumn brown
And yellow hills today,
Once more: jewels and crown
In colors shadings play;
With dreams in silent still
That soon will wither away,
When all of them fulfill
The winter's wintrier gray.

Earth shade is now in peace
With the fallen brown leaves,
The forest's desolated trees
In a sunny afternoon elusive.

The muttering growing breeze
That whispers to the ear,
The old summer birds it frees
That once was singing near.

The heart of autumn hold
With every step and sound,
That goes now to the cold
When it here comes around;
The feelings and the wills
That once was true and fond,
The shadows from the hills
Now soon in snow are bond...