It’s raining acorns all around,
Tock-docking through the glade,
Sunburst glints, waving leaves,
Dancing with the wind.
Lull; lace winged silhouettes rise,
Flitting in slanting sunbeams,
Silver gossamer floats shimmering,
The fusty sweet scent of autumn.
Lying in a bed of russet and gold,
Beneath your spikey carapace
A soft whiteness enfolds you.
A crack; wakened by the light,
Opening a dark eye
To the cool, bright morning
Your brown marbled beauty
Brightens my October day.
Beautiful words an images. “The fusty sweet scent of autumn” is perfect.
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