This brumous morning with its whispering leaves,
That sigh goodbye to summer's last adieu,
Then dance in spiraled gold across the lawn,
That mirrors heaven's stars in crystal dew.
A flick of bushy tail there on the bough,
As squirrel searches for last nuts to hide
Amongst the falling leaves and twisted roots,
Where horned and humble beetles now abide.
The somber storm clouds billow and reform
A warning of this fickle autumn's moods,
As on horizon's line the crimson glow
Confirms that something in the heaven broods.
A breeze disturds the glistning spider's web
That showers the hawthorn with its crystal shine,
And in deep shadows of the glowing wood,
A sprinkling of brine, cut logs define.
Mist rises slowly to the pallid sun,
Reflecting rainbow hues of red and gold,
And on the canvas of the season's change,
A wondrous transformation I behold.
Now autumn woos me in her russet gown
And from the summer takes her golden crown.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Sighhh...Ohhh, Di...this is an exquisite penning, Lady...You earned the gold, my Friend...pure & simple. Gorgeous rhyme, impeccable imagery...& what a lovely picture, as well. Be proud, Sweetie...This is a beautiful piece that I know Nicolette will love. Congratulations. 
