Autumn Calls Me Again

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the magic and dreams of Fall

Submitted: September 23, 2009

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Submitted: September 23, 2009

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Autumn calls me again to find the way out myself:
There's way too much beauty to enclose within walls
I always expected to see then the elves
And dryads, kneeling in wheat yellowed halls;
Wood nymphs harvesting bark, from the trees,
To shelter from winter's soon prying clutches
And leprechauns toting their potsgold, to tease
Shy rabbits, before their twig thatched hutches
My blood grows feverish before coming storms;
Things often disappear in the shut-in months
Don't want the love from my arms, freshly torn-
Fall's crisp, chaste wind brought me to you, once..


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