And Leaves Faded Old Are Flying
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And leaves faded old are flying,
withered red, burnt orange and gold:
and the birds in trees are crying;
the mornings have a hint of cold !
Autumn is weeping, weeping rain,
and leaves faded old are flying:
garden flowers decay and wane;
tomorrow they will be dying !
Autumn hues intensifying,
with chill days when the sun is bleak:
and leaves faded old are flying;
even the droning bees seem weak !
The wind now like a waltzing dance,
swirling, twirling mystifying:
the beautiful scenes a dream trance;
and leaves faded old are flying !
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August 13, 2022
Poetry/Quatern/And Leaves Faded Old Are Flying
Copyright Protected, ID 1479-793-13
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
POEM OF THE DAY - August 15, 2022
Written for the Premiere contest, A Hint of Autumn
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 09/03/2022
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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