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Lady Autumn
Ursula Steinhauser |
With footsteps lightly set, she hastens down the windy lane
Red, golden, rusty leaves are whirling by her train,
Her frocks flutter in the wind as she hurries past
Not for a moment she'll look back, her breath going fast.
Snatching at her ragged skirt I wish to make her stay,
No chance, she disappears and leaves promises of grey.
Bleak Winter mornings will arrive with frosty fingers
While on frozen twigs the blossom dream still lingers.
Leaning from my window, a last rose gives a treat
Her thorns try catching Autumn's robe to stop her speed.
Elusive, with a laugh she'll vanish, all efforts in vain
Leaving to us the promise – "I will come again!"
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