Painting by Seasons 1

Painting by Seasons 1

A Poem by PJ

Autumn has come and I have seen,
Where she has painted out the green,
Each yellowy leaf, now crispy brown,
Now white with frost an icy down.
Bare the trees, they bear no shade,
As shadows lengthen and nights invade,
To make the day a shorter thing,
The sun now low and faltering.
Strange to think the mighty oak,
When filled green and summer soaked,
Has met with Autumn a hundred times
And bears her art in furrowed lines.
Now tall and empty, quiet and still
So Autumn's brush meets Winter's quill.

© 2012 PJ


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Added on July 26, 2012
Last Updated on July 29, 2012
Tags: Autumn, Season, Summer

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PJ
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Canterbury, United Kingdom



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