The beauty of the Fall

"The perfect autumnal walk"

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Come with me on my autumn stroll,
And see the beauty that I behold;
Summer’s love has taken its toll
As Autumn’s tale does now unfold.

Every colour, each coppery hue,
Every tint fills me with wonder;
They make me dream, think of you
Yet the little leaves are cast asunder.

From little acorn to rich ochre berry,
I pluck a morsel for you to cherish;
Yet while the colours are making merry,
Thou canst forget the leaves do perish.

We walk upon a confetti strewn path,
The remnants of the trees’ summer mirth;
Yet autumn arrives with all its wrath
And brings us falling, right back to Earth.

Hark my darling! The Robins doth sing,
A melancholy sound, to my ear;
Yet what beauty there is therein,
Just like your beating heart my dear.

A fallen tree – midst a clearing,
The sun dances on the rotting bough;
Little white lollipops appearing,
Whence they come I disavow.

Onward we go, your hand in mine,
A wing of Sycamore flutters past;
The breeze rustles a lonely pine,
The fragrance to our senses cast.

Of all the seasons, the Fall is best,
Its harvest brings forth a song;
Making sweet love in our little nest,
Our warmth imbues, amid winter’s throng!

Published 10 years ago

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