Rust, amber, coral and crimson
Float by my window pane
Falling,
Through translucent swaying curtains
I hear the gentle rain,
Singing.
I watched them meet in unison
Throughout windy refrains
Blending,
As the sun meets the horizon
Until they slowly wane,
Dimming.
These days have gone by, now I stare
Blankly at empty space
Clueless,
How could penned autumn words compare
Beauty without a trace?
Inkless.
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Autumn Shades
PoetryAutumn Among the transitional winds Of decline and melancholy, She silently bleeds In exhilarating beauty.
