Crimson Glory <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Royal red and sunburst yellow <br />as frost compels the painter's pallet <br />crisp air invites the harvest moon <br />as pumpkin vines die at fruits stem <br /> <br />flying high in fluttering form <br />to dance in union mingled leaves <br />piling up , then they scatter <br />in shades warm and inviting <br /> <br />crunch and crumble under foot <br />the smells and sights of early fall <br />are memories of summer fun <br />apples hang ripe and red <br />ready for picker's baskets <br /> <br />to walk at brisk early morning <br />and see what nature acheives <br />from dusk to dawn and listen <br />to the rustle gently falling <br />we see summers slow demise <br /> <br />such beauty in death of a fallen leaf <br />crimson red <br />soon the colors will fade and brown <br />as rain and ice lay to waste <br />and nature blows it's winter's breath <br />cold and frigid fingers grasp Autumn's glory <br /> <br />©MyrtleThomas/10<br /><br />Myrtle Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-glory/
