“The forest princely robes receives,
Inwrought with gold and crimson leaves,
With fairy tints and brilliant dyes
Like sunset’s glory-lighted skies.”
~ Phebe A. Holder
Artwork by Tarn Ellis Art
There’s a message on the Autumn breeze
It whispers softly through the trees
Of leaves that dance in shades of gold,
A tale of change, both bright and bold.
The birds are gathered, taking flight,
To warmer lands, away from sight,
They leave behind the chilly air,
In search of sunshine, warmth, and care.
The fields are ripe with harvest’s yield,
As nature offers up its shield,
The flowers bow, their colours fade,
In restful slumber, they’re remade.
The trees stand silent, bare and wise,
As sunsets paint the evening skies,
This season’s growth has run its course,
Each creature’s journey from its source.
So let us too take time to rest,
As nature has given up it’s best,
And now we adhere to Autumns flow,
Of understanding and letting go ..
C.E. Coombes.
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