Autumnal
Contentment lies beneath the leaves
Of summer's sweet enchanted smiling trees,
But bliss belongs with autumn's weaves
Of golden russets melded with the breeze.
And summer's moon is cool and clear,
Majestic'ly enthroned in crystal flight;
While autumn's orb becomes a mere,
A mellow mystery in ebonite.
Though summer warms my outward form,
Delights me with its lacy greenery,
The autumn keeps my spirit warm
And makes me meditate the schemery.

by Amy White, 1976

Copyright © 1976, 1998 by Amy D. White

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Autumnal
Contentment lies beneath the leaves
Of summer's sweet enchanted smiling trees,
But bliss belongs with autumn's weaves
Of golden russets melded with the breeze.
And summer's moon is cool and clear,
Majestic'ly enthroned in crystal flight;
While autumn's orb becomes a mere,
A mellow mystery in ebonite.
Though summer warms my outward form,
Delights me with its lacy greenery,
The autumn keeps my spirit warm
And makes me meditate the schemery.

by Amy White, 1976

 

 

 

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Autumnal
Contentment lies beneath the leaves

Of summer's sweet enchanted smiling trees,

But bliss belongs with autumn's weaves

Of golden russets melded with the breeze.

And summer's moon is cool and clear,

Majestic'ly enthroned in crystal flight;

While autumn's orb becomes a mere,

A mellow mystery in ebonite.

Though summer warms my outward form,

Delights me with its lacy greenery,

The autumn keeps my spirit warm

And makes me meditate the schemery.

by Amy White, 1976

 

 

 

 

[and here it is, separated - only needs punctuation-doctoring, but periods in the first part are sufficient]

 

 

Autumnal
Contentment lies beneath the leaves
But bliss belongs with autumn's weaves.
And summer's moon is cool and clear,
While autumn's orb becomes a mere.
Though summer warms my outward form,
The autumn keeps my spirit warm.

Of summer's sweet enchanted smiling trees,
Of golden russets melded with the breeze.
Majestic'ly enthroned in crystal flight;
A mellow mystery in ebonite.
Delights me with its lacy greenery,
And makes me meditate the schemery.

by Amy White, 1976