Autumn Country
Image and Text (C) 26th and 30th April, 2024 Kyrinn S. Eis All Rights Reserved
When the promise of leaves in their fire are fallen, and the chill of winds from the last-of-year days blows, shall the Spring which burbles sound again if one night it is frozen?
Shall then owls hoot in the night when goblins wearing awesome clothes do tramp and trundle through the lights of oncoming streets oppose?
Shall all gourds then be coloured orange and with fires within them their eyes to glow?
Or shall marshmallows and mushrooms with partners dance with yeast rolls round that noble bird once more?
Which day at last calls a cease to the end of Summer's heat, and bids promise of candied teats, and given thankful feasts suppose?
Shall then owls hoot in the night when goblins wearing awesome clothes do tramp and trundle through the lights of oncoming streets oppose?
Shall all gourds then be coloured orange and with fires within them their eyes to glow?
Or shall marshmallows and mushrooms with partners dance with yeast rolls round that noble bird once more?
Which day at last calls a cease to the end of Summer's heat, and bids promise of candied teats, and given thankful feasts suppose?
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