Autumn comes bearing a gift
wrapped in velvet reds and fiery gold
infused with Summer’s flavors.
What a vision to behold
this masquerade
for his chilly airs
that secretes decay’s odor.
How soon the party ends
the music shatters
friends leave
shadows reign
and silence waits
While Autumn does its work
the heart hopes
for grace in sorrow.
MY WALL 
Sounds both powerful and painful
Thanks for coming by, Michelle, and thanks especially for the comment. I do not know how a piece comes across until somebody gives a feedback. 🙂 For that, I am much appreciative.
Marvelous poem (and photos!)–God is definitely my hope and grace in sorrow.
Thanks, Fig Tree Chance. You have a safe rock then for the difficult times. 🙂
Thank you for following, I love your blog, your post and images. Outstanding. ajm
Thanks, AJM. 🙂
Beautiful pictures, Imelda!
Beautiful post ,even Autumn has its own magic.
Thank you, Jalal. 🙂
Indeed Autumn is here at last, the time nature goes into slumber once again isn’t it? 🙂
Time to sleep the sorrow away, spring is around the corner. Lovely.
Good advice. 🙂
Lovely…
Thanks, Sherri. 🙂
A beautiful poem. Nature has a quiet moment before being reborn again in Spring, but there is some sadness because many of the “guests” have left forever.
Amazing poem, Imelda. I really love the way your mind works. 🙂