EB ( / Earth)

Autumn

Autumn comes.
As one door closes,
One door opens to another time,
A crystal time of monoshades,
of black and white.

After green, after yellow,
After orange, after red,
After freedom, after warmth.

When Nature comes to rest,
We are left to make our way
To warmth and color and comfort.

But nothing is forever,
So we wait.

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Comments (4)

Beautiful title and the content of your poem does not disappoint. Praise for your eloquent pen. Warm regards, Sandra
Yes, I see plenty of your special kind of magic here! Lovely and a joy to read!
Oh Egal, what a beautiful poem. I so enjoyed reading this one, I shall read it again, it is delightful. A wonderful write, I give you a 10 for this, and a great deal of applause. Bless you. Love Ernestine XXX
The Earth and we are fragile made We see just that we want explained Don’t look so hard the road you tread You miss the turning through the hedge…… really I feel real proud you make a poem for us