Autumn’s Beauty

A poem celebrating the ending season

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Is autumn a tree’s slumber ev’ry year,
or a sad farewell to the smiling sun?
Stunning leaves descend in air, crisp and clear,
to the ground where a new death has begun.

Winds rage and howl a sorrowful lament.
Darkness swallows days faster and faster.
The times of comforting warmth are all spent.
Nature is our most powerful master.

But autumn’s beauty is unique and bold,
The flickering flames fade its cold first thought.
Scents of cookies and cider don’t grow old,
With a blanket sipping tea, sweet and hot.

Fall, a season of dying it may be,
yet what lovely deaths we’re able to see.