Dying Wonderland

Greens have faded, worn with time,

 

Echos of summer fall silent,

 

The sun lays low in the sky,

 

And whispers of winter begin,

 

Moon draws near, a silver light,

 

And trees boast dying colors,

 

Gentle winds dance a cool caress,

 

The shadows are falling like leaves,

 

Time ending, or time beginning,

 

All is painted softly,

 

Clouds fill a darkened sky,

 

And frost is near the air,

 

A stir of leaves on a winding path,

 

World of browns and golds,

 

Autumn of transcendence,

 

Stay, my dying wonderland.

2010 (c) Jennifer Gioia

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