Autumn Sonnet

Each second leaves fall one by one to ground,
And languidly caress their neighbours one
By one, as if in fond farewell. The sun
" Still smiles, but weakly now, as though it’s bound
By Autumn’s spell. Its rays make plumes of steam
Rise gently off the grass, and now and then
A bird’s sweet song bewitches me again.
All else is silent like as in a dream.
I love this time, when all drifts off to sleep.
And nature’s palette fades to softer hue... "

~ by Jon Lloyd ~

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