Autumn’s glory fills our eyes
a carpet neath our feet,
grass is kissed by mornings dew
mist as a silken sheet.
Crispness to the morning air
sun still pale and wan,
filters through the dying leaves
shadows soon be gone.
Deserted now, devoid of life
nature soon to sleep,
a blanket of the purest snow
to cover slumbers deep.
Mists and mellow fruitfulness
the earth shall come to rest,
one blink, our eyes a camera,
see nature at her best.
So here we sit in solitude
our eyes behold the view,
creation in it’s glory
a show for me and you.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
