An Autumn Day in the Mountains

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I wake to the sound of the wind,

As it whirls through the rainbow of trees.

I feel the leaves falling around me.

Floating on the stiff breeze.

 

The last of my flowers still standing

Defying the first light frost.

Black-eyed Susan waving goodbye,

To their season, soon to be lost.

 

The walnuts clutter beneath the trees,

The animas rushing to store

The unusual bounty of mast crops

For winter is coming once more.

 

As much as I used to love Autumn,

Now, I feel only grief.

As I wait, and cry with a shiver,

For spring to bring some relief.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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    Richard Moore said,

    I like this poem. One of your best that I’ve seen.

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    Judy said,

    Brenda, this just grabbed my heart. My son and mom died in October and I feel a lot of grief with this season. There’s just such a ominous feeling. I love how you expressed it with such incredible beauty. You wrote a really a special poem!


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