Autumn (a short poem)

I see the days of shorter light cupping the orange of blanket noon,

Across the humming hills of yesterday,

And the trees of the acorn dune.

 

The crackled flame flickered a phoenix,

A phoenix of blooming ruby glows,

Ash bowed out the summer, as autumn winged and rose.

 

A change is carried now on the ever cooling breeze,

Life begins to wilt and wallow,

Slips the clinging fingers of summer, now falls her widowed leafs.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

 

 

 

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