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Leaves in the Wind.
The wind in the leaves on a golden dawn,
Was cool and soft on a glittering lawn.
The air with gleaming flecks, was filled,
As sunlight danced on the leaves in the wind.
Trees, sentinel to the blue sky, stood,
Foliage gone, nonetheless a lovely wood.
Burnished gold was the leafy floor,
Which stretched, gleaming, till my door.
Clear shone the water in the brook,
Its banks twisted like a shepherd’s crook.
Leaves, like rafts, in the water sailed,
Till, spun by eddies, their journey failed.
Fierce shone the noon sun, bold,
Glittering upon a vista of gold.
Fall like a leafy mantle had come,
Cloaking the shire till its time is done.
Squirrels scampered here and there,
Hiding nuts in the tree trunks bare.
Sparrows chirped on a leafless bough,
While in its nest sat a cooing dove.
Down sank the sun in search of rest,
Filling with red, the glowing west.
Roofing Gaia with colours bold,
The sun set over an urman of gold.
The wind in the leaves on that golden dusk,
Was cool and soft in the glittering bosk.
The air with gleaming flecks, was filled,
As sunlight danced on the leaves in the wind.