From morning's frost-gilt, mist-kissed filigree
To dusk's brusque, rusk-crisp tableau in what feels like no time at all!
Summer’s sanguine sparkle slumbers beneath autumn’s umber lull
Earth is steeped in muted murmurs siphoned from October’s hull
Hearts are always gently humbled when the world is full of fall
As the height of bloom is tumbled from its garden-pedestal
Jack Frost tweaks cheeks, ears and noses sparking poem-wanderlust
Canvas of daybreak exposes vistas etched in diamond-dust
Where a carousel of hours twirls the morning round and round
Like a sky full of leaf-flowers, moments flutter to the ground
While Duty tries to amaze us by granting backdrops of fall
And beauty drives us half-crazy by the wonder of it all
Camera lens never quite captures the majestic magnitude
Or the aura that enraptures as autumn dusk is subdued
Where, framed by the fading tincture on a page of history
We try to preserve its picture to relive in poetry
© Janet Martin
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