You come to me in colorful robes,
Of oranges yellows and browns,


When Autumns Time has Come


Milk weed silk,
Blowing in the wind,

Autumn air,
My long lost friend.

Returned from Equatorial realm.

You come to me in colorful robes,
Of oranges yellows and browns,

I sit beside a lake in the woods,
Reveling in waters delight,

That soon it will be cold and covered,
That winters hands have sealed tight,

Of lilly pads and burping frogs,
Their sleep has come to pass,

Resting in tranquil slumber,
Tis the way of things alas,

And for now and forever,
To this lake I will come,

To hear the songs of the crickets,
When autumns time has come.




Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 18:54

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