[JustAmy]

Autumn
by P.B.Shelley

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying;
And the year
On the earth, her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array,-
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling.
Come, Months, come away,
Put on white, black, and gray;
Let your light sisters play;
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.

[Aquamarine]

Greetings to everyone.

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[deadhead]

Reflections

Hope everyone has a wonderful Friday evening. One of my favorite trees is the weeping willow, pictured above.

Colleen

[okimhere]

Thanks ever so much for pinging me. I seldom get here before evening and, by then, y'all are gone on your merry ways. So I wander thru enjoying the poetry, loving the music, giggling at the gifs, LOL at the jokes and just generally enjoying the atmosphere. No flamers here....I LOVE that!

I really liked this Autumn poem. Our desert doesn't seem to realize that it is that time of year yet. The days are still hot but at least my lilac has the decency to let her leaves start turning brown.

Catch ya later (if I'm lucky - and early).