Autumn Roses
Peter Ellenshaw
Now the autumn shudders
In the rose's root,
Far and wide the ladders
Lean among the fruit.
Now the autumn clambers
Up the trellised frame
And the rose remembers
The dust from which it came.
Brighter than the blossom
On the rose's bough
Sits the wizened, orange,
Bitter berry now;
Beauty never slumbers;
All is in her name;
But the rose remembers
The dust from which it came.
"Autumn Chant"
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
"Fall Leaves Fall"
Emily Bronte
"Fall"
By Peter and Harrison Ellenshaw
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