Autumn is the time of year
When trees steal the show.
Slowly they begin,
Almost imperceptibly,
And then quite suddenly,
When the arctic wind
Brings the first night-chill
They burst with colour,
Intensity and majesty,
In an arboreal symphony.
Yellow, orange, red and burgundy
Their leaves glow under the golden sun
And flutter gingerly
Caressed by the gentle breeze
Of a glorious October memory.
They're not alone though.
Colourful birds aplenty keep them company
And sing them a melodic, avian symphony.
But the trees, they steal the show!
They simply glow!
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Earth Poetry
PoetryI'm a dilittante poet, as you will plainly see. But I'm versed in the language of science, and I'm alarmed by what I see. Yes, planet Earth is in peril, and the day of reckoning is near. So, I have turned to poetry, to share with you what I see, fr...
