© Written by D. A. Simpson Ripening in the meadows
are the seeds
of an incipient autumn tide
as the land fades and withers

While the tattered hedgerows
shed their desiccated leaves
of russet brown and bruised magenta
beneath a dome of bronze and fading golds.

Arching over the dominion
Where a burnished sun sets
upon a horizon of inky black
which partitions the realm of sea and sky
as they coruscate in the dying embers of day
in a plethora of amber flames

When an autumnal dusk
overcomes the realm
and shrouds the scene
in the smoldering hue of a dwindling evenfall.