September 28, 2014 Leave a comment
The hues of autumn are abound,
As days surrender to the advancing night,
The stars shine down, in the season’s twilight.
The fires blaze and dance,
The season’s last harvest is gathered and stored,
As winters embrace does advance.
As it chases away the cold,
Laughter and merriment echo in the night,
A comfort to embrace and hold,
Regret not the season’s charm,
Shed no tears for summer’s lost
She is safe in the Goddess’s arm
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