Autumn’s Promise

Autumn grows near and my heart empties,

Preparing the soil of my soul

For all the seeds that have yet to be planted,

For all the dreams that have yet to be dreamt.


Autumn grows near and the leaves turn

Golden on their limbs;

Branches brilliantly illuminated,

As if glowing from within.


Autumn is a welcome guest,

As she breathes cool air

across sun-drenched skin

And whispers faint tales of a time of rest

Which is not so very far away.

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