Autumnale for M lady Dani

poem in rhyming quatrains. iambic terameter

 

 

 

Autumnale.

 

The falling leaves dance in the breeze

and clothe the ground beneath the trees,

 in autumn colours rich a rare.

The trees themselves will soon be bare.

 

Left no defence against the wind.

Their winter plans are well designed,

bare twigs and branches hold less snow

 than useless leaves they have let go

 

The wintry gales to no avail

try hard but they are doomed to fail,

They can’t destroy the sturdy trees ;

resisting with apparent ease.

 

 Although they bow before the blast

 they know that winter cannot last

The winds will die and fade away

the trees will they’re here to stay.

 

 Spring will return the trees will green

 as if the winter had not been.

The trees put on their new spring clothes

 along with every plant that grows.

 

8-Oct-08

 

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