Oftentimes of late I find myself
Tangled up in leaves of bronze.
The delicate nature of autumn wraps itself
Around me, holding me in fragile embrace.
I dare not struggle
Nor blink or breathe,
For fear of making a sound
And disturbing the slumbering beast of winter,
Lying dormant
Beneath a blanket of fallen leaves.
I slowly stand,
Crisp leaves crackling under my feet.
Birds twirl and whistle
Over Lucid azure rivers
And the sunset blankets of Autumn.
Tangled up in leaves of bronze.
The delicate nature of autumn wraps itself
Around me, holding me in fragile embrace.
I dare not struggle
Nor blink or breathe,
For fear of making a sound
And disturbing the slumbering beast of winter,
Lying dormant
Beneath a blanket of fallen leaves.
I slowly stand,
Crisp leaves crackling under my feet.
Birds twirl and whistle
Over Lucid azure rivers
And the sunset blankets of Autumn.
roseann
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