Autumn!

Autumn! sonnet poems

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Those leaves weren’t few that shed away
But down alive, not much could stay

Few were tramped, few had dried
It isn’t, that they never tried

Few were blown, few were crushed
At nights they lived, as roads were hushed

The tree too, wasn’t so much better
But loss of two more would not matter

Those that had shed, had lived a little
But those plucked off were new and brittle

Scanty leaves on tree, turned brown
Tree was sad, he lost his crown

All he could, was wait for spring
He had this hope and no better thing!

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