Autumn's End

Autumn's End

A Poem by Walter Scott Morrison
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Just a poem that always brings me back to late November

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Autumn’s End

 

A morning’s pale yellow sun,

A lingering faded moon,

Trapped motionless blistering my eyes,

Shimmering in the morning dew,

The fields all awakening,

As golden rays fall across the earth,

Autumned leaves of the chestnut trees,

Bursting color in its birth,

White and violet blossoms,

Vacillating in the wind,

As the leaves begin to stray,

From every crimson brim,

The air becomes crisp,

The sky a somber gray,

Snowflakes begin drifting down,

At the end of autumn’s day


© 2012 Walter Scott Morrison



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Walter Scott Morrison
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Outstanding imagery throughout-- very rich in texture. Love the nature quality here. Creative use of the words "awakening" and "birth". Usually these words are you know the end of winter and beginning of spring. That's cool how you flip floped it to may it more unique know what I mean.

Makosica

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Just happy it's comin' back :)

-Joshua

Posted 7 Years Ago


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This is a pretty old poem but I love the Autumn and I hope you enjoy it as well.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ahhhh, do people really say harsh things lol??? I like it! ;) If it comes from the heart, it ALWAYS holds beauty!!! 2 thumbs up!

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Walter Scott Morrison
Walter Scott Morrison

Cullman, AL



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I'm a huge geek that loves art and literature. I love to read and write and watch star wars. There isn't anything better than writing under a tree in the autumn. I'm strange because all I care about.. more..

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