Sonnet 21, Autumn Is Coming...
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Peter S. Quinn
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Autumn is coming with moments so fresh,
Gardens once more showing maturing shades;
The colors there are of summer enmesh,
Each has its strength before further it fades.
The air is so sweet with fragrance and highs,
Mornings of colors from brownish to white;
Earth giving pleasures before it again dies,
And dark coming in to put out the light.
These days, to remember, what was once high
Summer pleasures, different from all of this;
What will the autumn of pleasures imply?
Will we summer moments surely then miss?
The hour is coming with dark shadings in,
Rustic to red is the earth colored skin.
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