The Passage of Autumn

The Passage of Autumn

No smoke or heat
Yet the trees burn
In Glorious Displays
From yellow to orange
To burnt Auburn,
A blush to end
The Passage of Autumn
Along corridors
Of passion
And the needles swish
Within the whispers
From unseen forces~
A melody
For the creatures of Earth
To begin to hunker down
Through winter’s gale.
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner

About Cleaver of God

A wordsmith rhymes with the times to share his heart, After a trip around the world, now the start To look ahead and write the lines That will begin to affect change all around, So hear the sound and see the pines Within the realm we found. My name is A.J. Wagoner and I love poetry; however, I also love this world and want to see the darkness turned to light, so my poetry rides the wings of eagles to bring hope to the hopeless, a voice to the voiceless, and a light to the darkness.

Posted on December 15, 2015, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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