Autumns' Here
 
Above, the birds flew in a clear sapphire sky.
Under cream suns' rays I listened to their cry.
Thoughts of pastel colored summer die hard.
Usher darken earth tones from foliage to sod.
Smoke of burning leaves blends the earth to sky.
Novembers' witch is calling tear drop from my eye.

By panther811

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - -"Out-Side the Box" challenge #62 Acrostic Challenge...This weeks word..."Autumn" (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - -"Out-Side the Box" challenge #62 Acrostic Challenge...This weeks word..."Autumn" (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - -"Out-Side the Box" challenge #62 Acrostic Challenge...This weeks word..."Autumn" (challenge has been closed)


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