Autumn Finale

Spare no lament for the maple leaves
that hail their impending fall
with blazing gold and scarlet concerts
bright as Christmas brass in marble halls.

How bold their radiant hymns resound -
mute to the sweatered ones below
whose treble scraping rakes -
raise smoldering pyres of the fallen.

Steamy plumes from cocoa mugs
blend with burning oak and maple wisps
as rakers chant their own sweet airs,
“The colors surprised this year,
didn’t think we’d had the rain.”

So spare no lament for the maple leaves
whose jubilant anthems,
raised beneath the harvest moon,
herald their fall with rainbow alleluias.

November, 2006

Sandra Martyres
An exquisite and amazing Autumn write Robert...lovely the beautiful and expressive imagery

robyn selters
Amazing write... so expressive and complete

sridevi
breath taking Robert !!!

Michael J. Gale
Nicely and artistically and tastefully done for sure,here! I enjoyed this here written piece of Literature...For sure!

Susan Jarvis
A seasonal symphony of colour and melody - a wonderful autumnal treat. :)

nimal dunuhinga
I like this Autumnal elegy, the fallen leaves of Maple tells the uncertainty of life, but there is a glorious hope of Christmas and if Christmas could stay with us forever then the life would be much better? Thanks robert and sorry if you have another notion here, I told what I have felt?