Flashes of orange, crimson and gold
Startling colours to behold!
Brilliant brush strokes on the trees
Mother Nature deigns to please.
Dazzling sunlight warms the days
But heat is waning in its rays.
Chilling breezes sweep the land
The changing season is at hand.
Daylight hours fading fast
Lingering evenings will not last!
Soon drying leaves will tumble and fall
Then old man winter will come to call!
© Annabel Sheila
Regis
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Joe
we could have all year round...just a thought.
Enjoyed, Annabel.
Deborah
Ron
Golden sun to golden, crimson, orange colours of the fall season.
Beauty of the season expressed marvelously in your poem.
Lady Mary Ann
budd
Thanks for prompting me to get out there, today.