a poem by Nancy Ellen Crossland, USA - poetry writer, author, poet

The vision sparkled before me;
Trees arched in burnished gold
Welcoming me silently,
Waiting for the mystery to unfold

Anticipation peaked.
How could this mundane life
Be so sweet?

Speckled amber, crimson, and russet leaves
Brushed against my face as an unexpected wind
Dampened with dew
Awakened me from my Autumn reverie

Eyelids blinking,
I tried in vain to capture
That Autumn dream
So sublime

Yet still in my heart
I cling to the dream
Ah, once it was mine
Its beauty so fleeting
One day I shall find.

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