The leaves of gold on branches grew, Bare branches on the trees were seen. The autumnal sun came flaring in, Over the hill-tops devoid of green. The woods were quiet, they lay in wait, For harsh winter that comes their way. Darkness lingers a while longer, The sun weakens with each passing day.
Blazing in scarlet red and gold, The ageing woods are a sight to behold. As nature prepares to begin anew, It sheds all that is mature and old. It is that time of the year when Mushrooms sprout beneath the rocks. The wind carries withered leaves And leaves them floating on the lochs.
On solitary walks, in woodlands deep I savor the last rites of vibrant Fall. Gleaming in golden, lustrous and bright Aspens leaned on an old castle wall. Brick red turrets on the castle top, A carpet of brown on the forest floor. The castle of old stood tall and proud, Echoing tales of eras long gone before. Gone are the days of merry youth Those simpler days when all was fair. The fine gossamer of delicate dreams Once unwoven, perishes in despair. Like fallen leaves, in a ripened hue Memories fade, forever lost in time. When the clock chimes, I stall its ticks, Lest Life loses its rhythm and rhyme. When the trees are drawn into a sere, And the autumn foliage flares no more . Icy winter lulls the woods to sleep, Virgin snow covers the forest floor. The earth slumbers in deep repose, Till the little robin flaps its wing. Frozen rivers thaw the wintry spell, I sit and await the glorious spring!
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