Fallen Leaves

by

Light bright wander sprites

In every old wind that goes

Of a free falling merry mix

Of brittle red yellow green

Promiscuous vixens let free

Brisking whisking crackling

Of crispy popping crunching

For walking sloshy bunching

For land of Autumn rainbows

Whispering down royal lanes

Their trains of regal flame

Filled eves and window pane

Nomadic scattering throngs

In our hearts and our sight

In our memories they remain

Singing past suns and rains

Until snows fall from above

Celestial icey mortal frame

Their silver chains reclaim

Pittering and pattering din

Their this to thatering end

Of a gone again cycle story

Like days of dancing angels

For useen memories of glory

Windy breath of Jesu Cristo

To the golden sands of time

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Lions And Tigers
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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