Speak in Tones that are Hushed and Still,
In Quiet Transition and Lingering Blaze,
While the Quickening Breeze lends Incorporeal Thrill,
The Luster of Autumn Outlasts its Golden Days.
The Cherry Cheeked Apples Fill Cask and Crate,
While Pumpkins Smile with a toothless Grin,
Crimson and Russet, Dance in Unified State,
While the Garden Spiders Laboriously Spin.
These Restful Days all too Fleeting Pass,
As November Strides closer with Hoarfrost Waiting,
To Tempt the pond with a Looking Glass
So the Scene finds Reflection, Perfection Creating.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork: Autumn Farm by Paul Landry
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it’s that time of year, thanks for the memory, blessings
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Blessings in return, double fold my friend 🙂
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Days of fall do pass too quickly.
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Far Far too quickly. Thanks Ever So for visiting 😉
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Oh, how I love this magnificent picture of autumn that you painted with your beautiful words. Lovely poem. Hugs, my friend. I hope your day is as glorious as your poem.
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🙂 As I hope is yours, My Friend 🙂 Thank you!!!!!!!
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Reblogged this on mchllmdm and commented:
A beautiful autumn post by Cynthia.
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