Many Shades of Autumn
The leaves are turning
Letting fall a trail of tears
Lazily drifting on the breeze
And the last petals fall like rain
Following an errant wind
Which rings like laughter
Playing in the shadows
Amongst the trees
A butterfly dances
Lighter than the perfumed air
And through the blue hours
In between
It never heaves a sigh of care
The many shades of autumn
Flow, diaphanous
Like a silken veil
And through these lacework windows
The sun is somehow
Already
A little pale
© Ann Bagnall 2020
Wonderful poem and beautiful picture which go superb together.
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Thanks Blair 🙂
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