Show Poetry Corner IJ i t t Traylor q r By Josephine II Taylor If my call should come comein comein comein in autumn Id I'd feel so much akin To all that's been of summer Of winter and of spring I IId Id I'd feel the gentle stir of leaves Of red ed and gold and brown The brilliant hues I dare not flaunt Would become my robe and crown And I would know somehow again When spring put forth her buds of life That autumn leaves had given their gold To nourish and revive The cycle of the seasons Is by the plan divine Pre-mortal Pre to eternity Throughout eons of time Submitted by by Uintah Poetry Society |