Autumn ode

Music flows, Time flies, Water falls

While azure mists invade the hollow

The color of leaves turns yellow

Weathered wood, the cello note floats

Soul full of the old enchanted dreams

When the silver moon lightened the river

At sacred time, silence comes with twilight

And the pale foam gleams on the sleepy streams

Sedentary trunks draped in velvet moss

With their noble mystery covered in scales

An air of farewell floats for Fall’s tales

Birds shiver on the withered secular boughs

Do you smell the new tawny leather scent?

And see the mosaic of russet & saffron foliage

The leaf trembles, succumbing to a new age

In the back, the horns tinkle, the Autumn’s lament.

(c) Noémie Valcauda - photo & poetry

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