Autumn calls - <br />Her whistling song <br />Of yellow <br /> <br />Dies in sorrow-red; <br /> <br />Morrow greys <br />Upon the blue. <br /> <br />We bend into Her breeze, <br />Hide sienna-summer skin <br />To shiver in our coats, <br />Ghosting ‘til the spring. <br /> <br />Yet we kiss Her warm, <br />Then rise to greet the winter; <br /> <br />And in the ice <br />Recall Her blush, <br />The manic leaves. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-of-autumn/
