An Early Fall

Like magic from the artists' brush
The trees did show their crimson blush
As evening fell and silence hushed
The end of summer's final day.

Preparing for their seasons change
With cooling breeze and steady rains
The players of their last refrain
Til' solemn branches show their gray.

And now we spend our evening time
Reflecting over harvest's wine
And watch the fireplace slowly die
As thoughts run miles and miles away.

To innocence and visions past
And only dreams the spirit has
In knowing that it's come at last
The fall is here to stay.

Silent Thunder: An Anthology of the Mysteries of the Soul
Copyright:James Gunn 2000
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