Moolkye 0 Report post Posted May 9, 2006 Autumn brings things of changeworking till the sun goes downpaints a canvas of many colorsTill ol' man winter comes aroundShe is vibrant in colorhas a chill on her breathmaking her the bride of iceand holding the hand of deathWinter has come to passAutumn awakes from her restfrom tree to tree and branch to branchShe holds Spring upon her breastD.M. Bantner Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
