Mellow Days Of Goldenrod
The season is turning and with each day thou can see
Unveilings in the wood, draped in tapestries
Rich vermillion and sallow tone spires
And plumes of smoke trails, from evening bonfires
The tiger-tipped wings of butterflies doth sail
Whisked in the winds of an indian summer gale
The whispering winds of autumn, stir through the trees
Trembling the boughs and rattling the leaves
Mellow days of goldenrod, with fruits laden on the vine
Succelent and ripe, savory like wine
With orchards overflowing, apples sweet abound
And hulls are swollen, with nuts mature and brown
There's meekness in the morn, and eventide is fair
And the grandeur of autumn is spun everywhere
A pirouette of leaves, the wild tempest blows
Into mosaic sheaths--summers last repose
Where in nature---------- the wild asters loll
Yield to milder days-----in the fall
And frost on sun-dried cornstalk---- rest
In barren fields once flaxen dressed
The shadows of overcast-- grey skies foretell
That winter shall soon, be piping over the dell
And warm glowing air shifts to a brisk keen
As the aging year enters its last requiem.
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Autumn Poems
The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul