Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Autumns Passing

by Anna Ness
(c) November 2006
Surrounded by splendor and majesty she stands tall.
Her branches kissed with yellow, orange, red and gold.
The colors of crisp air and fading sun surround the world
in a blanket of beauty that touches the soul;
Whispering in the rustling leaves
Come Forth.
Come forth oh winter, come forth;
But let me one last glance
At the joy of my youth before I pass.

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