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Lesser Spring
Autumn, Is a lesser Spring A most fragile awkward bloom Falling memories of momentary splendor Dripping rusted color It's lush verdure fades Forcing tender verdant blades to bleed inward The blustery blow of blighted breath Dries out insipid skies Fleshy pigments crushed haphazardly Into crackled dust, A seedling's Birthright & sacrament to lesser Spring
Nature's Sweet Perfume...
In the golden hour, where day meets night, The sun spills warmth, a soft, amber light. Crisp leaves flutter, a dance on the breeze, Whispering secrets through towering trees.
The horizon blazes in hues of deep gold, Stories of summer and warmth to behold. Each moment a canvas, painted with grace, As shadows stretch long, time slows its pace.
The air is alive with a fragrant embrace, Nature's sweet perfume, a tender trace. Underneath boughs where the sunlight weaves, We find our solace among the crisp leaves.
In this fleeting magic, let hearts intertwine, As the world fades away, your hand in mine. Together we bask in the glow of the hour, Lost in the beauty, enchanted by power.
As twilight descends, and stars start to gleam, We'll carry this moment, a blissful dream. For in the golden hour, love's light will remain, A memory cherished, like autumn’s sweet rain.
~ northern-spark-of-creativity
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Autumn Leaves - Eva Cassidy