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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