Fading Rose of Autumn

Fallen leaves settled upon soil
with rusting glow a warmth against the shortened day
We turn inwards and settle, wisps of turf smoke grey on grey
Whilst bare branches on ploughed land echo the Rooks call
Colour fades, you sleep.

The fading colours of an Autumn rose

We rest now

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~ by boredwitless on October 14, 2010.

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