365 Days of Poetry (Part Three)

Day 119: The Short Fall.

In the most fiery blaze of golden wind;

The leaves, forever will dance away.

Seeking their solace in a world so dim;

Yet each possesses an air of new grace.

To gaze upon such beauty renowned;

Makes one think, just how lucky we are.

A gift of nature, the whole world 'round;

Which we may enjoy, even from afar.

True love united, amongst many races;

Shining a light on a variety of places.