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Winter Path (Triolet)

Posted on October 23, 2015 Updated on October 22, 2015

I walked along a winding path through an ancient wood
Where a carpet of autumn leaves I trod crumpled underfoot
That squirrels who gathered winter nuts fully understood
I walked along a winding path through an ancient wood
Squirrels gather all their food and in secret were hidden good
With sparrows and nightingale’s watching wondering what’s afoot
I walked along a winding path through an ancient wood
Where a carpet of autumn leaves I trod crumpled underfoot

– David Wood

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Autumn Morning

Posted on October 22, 2015 Updated on October 10, 2015

I took a walk this morning
It’s kind of like in spring
The weather starts to change now
I love what autumn brings

It brings so many colors
That drifts down from the trees
I love the fresh smell there is
With a gentle autumn breeze!

– Marilyn Lott

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She Treads On Autumn Leaves

Posted on October 21, 2015 Updated on October 10, 2015

She treads on autumn leaves
Sipping with eyes the autumn grief
Crispy rustles, yellowing hues
Once on the tree-tops all they grew
Now wind-swept and sadly sway
And alone she walks, thoughts affray
Wish for a whisper close to the heart
A look in the eyes for the soul downcast
But only leaves sighing under-feet
And sobering air with downy beat
The dear companion, a cooing dove
Sings her autumn song high above
Mellow moments quiet gloom
Flower-beds with chrysanths bloom
Plucked and put in a blowing curl
And she ambles away in a queenly swirl

– Yasmeen Khan

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Autumn On The Horizon

Posted on October 20, 2015 Updated on October 10, 2015

Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell
By the colored leaves that fell,
While all around the land was green,
The change in the season hardly seen.

Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell,
Orchard trees are fruitless as well.
Their outstretched boughs as if in a spell
As the succulent leaves begin to pale.

Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell,
Birds not singing on the porch rail
Sensing the coming of the autumn chill,
Prepare to flock on the nearby hill.

Autumn is on the horizon, I can tell
Seeing woolly caterpillars on the boarded well,
Squirrels scurrying across the ground
Where hickory nuts now abound.

Autumn is coming soon, if one believes,
The land will be covered with a blanket of leaves.
Flowers wilting beneath the hazy sky,
No longer attracting a beautiful butterfly.

– Joseph T Renaldi

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George Edmunds’ Song

Posted on October 19, 2015 Updated on October 10, 2015

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood’s day,
Thick clust’ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

Wither’d leaves, wither’d leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

– Charles Dickins

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