The Whispers Of Autumn
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Written, August 28, 2024
For the International Contest, The Whispers of Autumn
Sponsor, John Lawless
I know a forest where the trees grow old,
and standing quiet I hear their sad sighs;
weather is changing it is getting cold,
soon my green leaves will die one Oak tree cries.
The Beech tree a leafy canopy tall,
murmurs a lament to the autumn breeze;
Fir, Pine and Poplar rustle, growl and call,
yes, after the red and orange we freeze.
I come upon a red Maple tree bare,
I lost all my leaves first she tells me sad;
they danced, twirled for a while without a care,
but, the Willow tree told me she was glad.
You see in the Spring new life will grow, grow;
and there is beauty in Fall . . . and the snow !
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2024
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