Autumn Remnants
Drying, dying flames
of red and gold
remnants of yesterdays
Hung in trees
preparing for winter’s sleep
of renewal for Spring
Rustling in a breeze
as soft as watered silk
leaves dance a somber dirge
Whispering of timelessness
in this time of resting
their tales to tell to a listening ear
In air so crisp it chills
making one hurry home
to hearth and cup
A beautiful picture you painted, here, aptly describing this time of the year!
Another of your poems is now snagged. :)
Wishing you a magnificent Monday.