the autumn pond
In November's hush, the peaceful water sleeps,
Where memory of summer silence keeps;
The pond, a glass for heaven's azure pane,
Reflects the sky, serene and free from stain.
Within its breast, a withered army stands,
The dried lotus stalks, from silent lands;
No blossom breaks the surface, stark and tall,
They wait in patience for the snow to fall.
Above, the clouds like snowy vessels drift,
Through the vast blue, a slowly moving gift.
Across the distance, where the pathway bends,
The opposite shore, its golden message sends.
There, autumn's trees, in radiant glory glow,
A line of fire upon the earth below.
Their leaves, like embers, hold the dying sun,
A quiet beauty when the day is done.
Taken at Wildwood Park, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
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the autumn pond
In November's hush, the peaceful water sleeps,
Where memory of summer silence keeps;
The pond, a glass for heaven's azure pane,
Reflects the sky, serene and free from stain.
Within its breast, a withered army stands,
The dried lotus stalks, from silent lands;
No blossom breaks the surface, stark and tall,
They wait in patience for the snow to fall.
Above, the clouds like snowy vessels drift,
Through the vast blue, a slowly moving gift.
Across the distance, where the pathway bends,
The opposite shore, its golden message sends.
There, autumn's trees, in radiant glory glow,
A line of fire upon the earth below.
Their leaves, like embers, hold the dying sun,
A quiet beauty when the day is done.
Taken at Wildwood Park, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
I am grateful for your continued support and appreciate every view, fave, and comment!