Golden Autumn Splendor
The branches sway, weaving patterns Beckoning the eye to join their dance They reach to the deep blue heavens I sit and watch them, rapt, entranced So full the sky, so gold the maples So spicy sweet the cool crisp air Sprays of green, brown, and crimson Festive dress for an Autumn Faire The pale golden threads of the sunlight spun round the boughs, in crazy designs a spider web of golden beams capture the forest spirit, speaks of the divine The gold of your heart is so much purer Than these Autumn leaves could ever be Your graceful movement, rings much truer than this wild forest ballet to me October 17, 1999
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