Poetry

November Newsletter Poetry Corner: Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

by Frank Bain

Alone I walk through wooded lane,
while leaves are whispering Fall’s refrain.
In glowing colors
brightly cast
they sing the song
of Summer’s last.
As Autumn leaves
now gently fall
within the scene
where memories call
to by-gone days
so rich and rare
and watch her comb
her Auburn hair.

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