Autumn s Play

Autumn plays with leaves of golden hue,
The wind entwines a web of threads anew.
Evening hangs in clusters, rowan's red,
Birches murmur, leaves now turning dead.

The sun conceals in skies so grey and dim,
Cold raindrops wash the window, cold and grim.
It scatters leaves in handfuls, small and light,
Unheeding of its own elusive flight.

Autumn's sadness, pensive and profound,
Melancholia follows stormy ground.
Summer's ghost has vanished, far away,
Once more, autumn's madness holds its sway.

Autumn plays with leaves, a vibrant dance,
Sways and whispers, sharing its romance.
Beneath the sun, its beauty knows no bounds,
Golden haze enchants, where magic's found.

A tapestry so wondrous, richly spun,
Autumn's hues, a symphony begun.
In silence, we converse, our hearts entwined,
Mourning summer, left forever behind.

Autumn plays with leaves, a scattered flight,
Maple's ribbons, truths they bring to light.
A Master Painter, shades of black unfold,
Forest and nature, in his grip, controlled.

As centuries have passed, so it shall be,
I live like others, railing at the glee.
Autumn's play, a timeless symphony,
Unveiling nature's transient destiny.

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