'Autumn Rises'

A yearning autumn afternoon
Blows like a lost soul
Blushing with bronze anger
And cursing with pain.
Whilst solemn autumn rises
Into the morning,
The still lake echoes in
Gleaming orange daubs
That bluster in the wind
As I watch through frosted glass.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 18Aug09 -ARR)

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