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The Gilded Leaves Of Autumn Sigh

by Carol Connell © 2018
https://writeathome.wordpress.com/

The gilded leaves of autumn sigh

and herein lies the reason why

soon, they know, their time to die.



Adorned for a season with colors grand

and yet somehow they understand

death by their Maker has been planned.



But many before have been blown and swirled

with Goodman Gust have danced and twirled

as if not to have a care in the world.



"A leaf I'll be always" is there perception

crafted by a draft of deception

eternity is a far future conception.



And so they spend their days in ease

living free spirited among the trees

letting the winds blow where they please.



If they're honest though, they have a hunch

colors will fade, be reduced to a crunch

grim reaper will give the knock out punch.

"A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;" Ecclesiastes 3:2

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