David Russell Mosley
19 September 2016
The Edge of Elfland
Hudson, New Hampshire
As Autumn swiftly approaches, at least technically if not quite in the feel of the air, I thought I would share this very short, old poem of mine on Autumn. I hope you enjoy.
Bursting with gold, festooned in red
The trees dress for Summer’s end.
Their Autumn sweaters they gaily don
For the final festival of the year soon gone.