Cold is the rain

Creeping sighing wind

A burden of endless sorrow


Clouds of granite lend

Wings to distant thunder

Where memories find

Bronze tainted leaves


Swollen decaying land

Furnace glowing crimson

As lonely hearts bond


Misty opal encroaching haze

Burnt candles left to stand

Forgetting summers golden glow

Rust creeps into every mind

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One Response to Autumn

  1. Mary says:

    You have painted a very sad and lonely portrait of autumn, Alan.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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