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In-between Time

Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2020 11:48 am
by Stella
Mellow sunrays steal through a golden shower
of autumn leaves,
and all beyond are rippled, russet reflections
of death’s last dance
drowning in a spectacular array of little lakes
that flood the woodland way.

Tall trees have forsaken their damsel dresses
as nakedness beckons sleep;
they no longer hold tight beneath dappled canopies,
too tired now to care.

This is an in-between time when autumn
slips slowly away
and crisp, beautiful, frosty mornings are only
just awakening.
A time maybe, for other kinds of
reflection ?

© Stella Armour 2019