AUTUMN'S CLOAK
Proud and silent
dressed in their finest
waiting waiting
anticipating.
Fresh gentle breeze
caresses the colored leaves
one by one they start to fall
swirling dancing at Autumn's ball.
Floating to the earth below
one of Mother Nature's shows
gently resting on the ground
a colored carpet all around.
Naked but majestically
stand the tall but silent trees
last year's cloak covers their roots
crackling crunching beneath my boots
Kaleidoscope of color each step taking
Autumn's melody they are making
Rains pitter pat and harmony appears
as the leaves slowly disappear.
Trees are showered with rain and snow
that in the moonlight sparkle and glow
patiently they wait and rest
for spring time and new green dress.
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Author:
irishred (
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Comments3
Awesome write
Love it.
Excellent job portraying metaphors. The imagery is lovely.
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