birgitta_nell@y
05-18-2008, 12:56 PM
Autumn Comes
Cool shivers stroke the earth
The north wind carrying a message:
The approaching death of summer!
Cruel fingers wrap themselves around the leaves
They transform their green shades
To hues of orange, and red,
Yellows, browns, rusty splashes!
The new orchestra of Autumn would make summer blush
And the innocence of spring appears to be grey.
In the twilight of the season nature reaches out her hand
And paints the world with sensations
Of still, frail beauty…
A tragic funeral to the warm sunshine
While heralding in the feast of ice.
A solemn procession to announce the time
When finally, Autumn comes.
Cool shivers stroke the earth
The north wind carrying a message:
The approaching death of summer!
Cruel fingers wrap themselves around the leaves
They transform their green shades
To hues of orange, and red,
Yellows, browns, rusty splashes!
The new orchestra of Autumn would make summer blush
And the innocence of spring appears to be grey.
In the twilight of the season nature reaches out her hand
And paints the world with sensations
Of still, frail beauty…
A tragic funeral to the warm sunshine
While heralding in the feast of ice.
A solemn procession to announce the time
When finally, Autumn comes.