Just before the trees lie bare
There blooms an autumn blush,
A pretty glow upon it's cheek
Within the falling hush.
A lingering joy, a flame of hope
One touch before the winter cold,
God paints upon His canvas
A wonder to behold.
As summer's strength is blown away
It turns to kiss the frost,
And a winsomeness bursts forth
Before the warmth is lost.
A parting flush of awesome colour
To bear us through the chill,
The gentle blush of golden beauty
Our hearts, our memory to fill.
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Sept 2009
Poetry from the Heart