Behind the mist in autumn time
A gift in trust waits for us.
For what is summer’s mysterious rhyme
But a shadow beneath sunset’s dusk?
Four parts pure beauty when love falls in line.
When the vintage and vivid leaves align,
Falling in love is our hearts’ design.
Let’s dance like leaves until springtime.
Green, gold, and brass tones charm us plenty.
Flow in other hues; call them many.
A majestic array is our heart’s visage.
Summer foliage is our fall; a grand collage.
Copyright © Gloria-Deo Agbasi Poetry
Come, Follow Me:
Share my words:
