Fallow fields, frost-kissed at dawn,
Valleys veiled in mist each morn ….
Leaves drop, then dance their final fling,
Fade … ere they reappear next Spring.
Gossamer cobwebs jewelled with dew,
Carpeted lanes, bright autumn hues …
Flaming and fiery evening skies:
Bright blessings flow as Summer dies.
Beautiful work, thank you so much for sharing.