The pearly white of new day’s mist played with the autumn sprite,

Laced in lilac lilies, she laughed in lilting light,

For in this autumn morning, covered rich in velvet red,

She sang sweet lullabies, and laid the leaves to bed.

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Bronzed by the summer sun, they glow in rich gold hues,

Sleeping on the wind, sending songs still as they snooze,

And as they whirl in winds, to land on earth and lay,

The dreaming dancing sprite, sends they from the day.

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Lacing leaves in light, so souls sing and slumber yet,

She fills their hearts with smiles, feeling no regret.

For though the leaves are falling, to pave the way to death,

Their season comes again, when spring will give them breath.

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Thus falling they alight, to blanket nature’s path,

The garden of her heart, and her heart its only hearth.

She kneels to catch a petal, of claret coloured light,

And the autumn sprite still sings, sings into the night.

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The dusky sky of twilight’s hour, inks the skies in blood,

But it is not just death they bring, but life in springtime’s flood.

For though she sings the world to sleep, to wait through winter’s frost,

Blood brings life as well as death, a cycle never lost.

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So tarry here no longer, little leaves of light,

This season now has ended, and chill frosts ice in flight.

Golden leaves of summer, are autumn sung now falling,

And the autumn sprite still sings, dawning dreamers calling.

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The verdant verse of autumn night at last end season’s songs,

Where darkness heralds frosts, and laughter loving longs.

Day’s glow had seen her calling, singing swimming leaves to bed,

And now they sleep in dreams, in a place where she had led.

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To lie aloft in winter, to await a blossomed wind,

This is what they dream of, as they settle and rescind.

Laced in iced white frost, they dream through that long night,

Till autumn sings again, and they await the autumn sprite.

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Winter may have struck, to quell their dancing hearts,

But heralds sang of springtime, and to different paths,

And where summer’d tinged them bronze, to colour claret red,

Autumn let them change, left them free to fly to bed.

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So slumber little leaves, lie resting heads below,

And journey more to give new life, verdant verse of glow.

Await your fruitful fire, of blossomed springtime breeze,

And then recall your purpose, and long for autumn leaves.

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So, the autumn sprite, song now sung, swept through the icy night,

Singing simple sonnets, wishing dreams to those in flight,

Time’s task of autumn softly sung, she flies in lingered seams,

Awaiting claret velvet paths, the melodies of dreams.