
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 Golden Days.
The Cherry Cheeked Apples Fill Cask and Crate,
While Pumpkins Smile a toothless Grin,
Crimson and Russet, Dance in Unified State,
While 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 C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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‘SWONDERFUL !!
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love that middle stanza 🙂 beautiful poem 🙂
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Heartfelt Thanks my friend!!! 🙂
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