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On Autumn’s Earth

Posted on October 28, 2015 Updated on October 22, 2015

This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play

Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth

Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth

Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth’s falling
All that we had is now free

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth

– Peter S Quinn

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Desperately Autumn

Posted on October 27, 2015 Updated on October 22, 2015

Desperately autumn
Trees are bleeding
Winds escort leaves desperately teaming.
Desperately autumn
Hearts are slower beating,
But I’ll never leave your side.
Desperately autumn
Fantasy leaves, now revealing
Desperately autumn fantasy now retreating.
Desperately autumn seeks September
And never to leave your side.

– Vereen Fransman

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That Year’s Autumn Leaves

Posted on October 26, 2015 Updated on October 22, 2015

Darling, do you remember that year’s autumn leaves?
Perhaps it was your aura, but they were the prettiest and keenest I’ve ever seen
Strolling through the park, hand in hand, the foliage crunched lightly under our feet
Such a simple, yet transcendent, treat

That year’s autumn leaves were red and gold
Thinking of them now strikes a pleasant, if somewhat melancholic, chord
The days you walked with me like the Lord
And you were

That year’s autumn leaves and you
Contentedness shared by us two
Harmonic Convergence bestowed on the lucky few
Peace of mind that I knew

Nat King Cole said it best: ‘Since you went away the days grow long…’
This is evidenced by many of my poems and songs
Many people, sometimes myself, think I should stop, that it’s wrong
The creative outlet, however, is too strong

That year’s autumn leaves were actually summer daze
I just love the original song, and now this unique turn of phrase
Both recall an almost alien phase
Mr. Mercer, I give you all the praise

That year’s autumn leaves were you
They may not have existed, but it’s a metaphor any romantic would die for
I would
Would you?

That year’s autumn leaves were the best autumn has ever produced
At least until we walk in the park in the fall again…or whenever you choose

– Yoni Assis

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Leaves Ready To Fall

Posted on October 25, 2015 Updated on October 22, 2015

Having received the autumn call,
to meet the ground, they are eager.
The golden leaves ready to fall
having received the autumn call.
Living on tree, may trap snow fall,
fearing cold, knocks the door winter.
Having received the autumn call,
to meet the ground, they are eager.

– SD Tiwari

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The Last Leaf of Autumn

Posted on October 24, 2015 Updated on October 22, 2015

The last leaf of Autumn,
Left dangling alone,
All her colorful mates
Have fallen and lost their tone.

No leaf of her kinship,
No relationships near by,
To exhibit a likeness of color,
Or utter an Autumn sigh.

Nature will not leave you,
To languish on a branch,
Since all your mates are frolicking,
Go join the annual dance.

The groaning wind will scatter
All leaves to a secluded bed
Where former gems of the forest
Now lie withered and dead.

So, soon you may follow,
If Nature has its way,
And from the forest’s inner circle,
You are not permitted to stay.

When you truly lie withered,
And newly created ones are known,
Oh! what Autumn leaf could dwell
In the dense forest alone?

– Joseph T Renaldi

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