There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear.
Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow,
A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme;
Spanning the brown and idle furrow,
A dainty thread of cobweb gleams.
The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour,
But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow -
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer.
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What a wonderfully colorful depiction of late Autumn as Winter threatens to blow in. It's as if the author was very intune the most minute details of his surroundings.
♥ Kimberly -
Even as the fields lay fallow for the winter there can be beautiful found in such. Just a simple spiders web can be inspiring. Evedently, so did this writer.
~Willow~ -
Marginal
I liked the first two stanzas, but the third oneseemed unispired.
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