Two Faces Of Autumn.

Let fall those gold-lipped

leaves, of autumn

carried down on

waning warmth,

through silver mists

and silk-grey sky.


Fall down upon all rose hip'd

hedges, glistened red

and dew damp kissed.


Let fall those leaves

to whispered breath

when summer's pipe

still calls her tune.

To lie within the gold

blessed fields,

beneath the glint

of harvest moon.


Fall down upon

the year's turned earth

for here do dwell

her seeds of birth.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just thinking how two autumn days can be so different. One day mists and grey skies, the next bright sunshine and blue skies.

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