For Terri's Sunday Stills: Fall Color Challenge—Shades of #Auburn
Fallen leaves, sudden colors surround our steps
this season of the encroaching frost, where breath
shivers surfeit with ghosts, phantasms of shade and shape
lingering on the outskirts of our gaze, entrapped
to swirl in gossamer guise of follies unguessed
flesh and blood whose course ran verdure green
but now, as the dry veined leaves, pose beleaguered
papery skinned revenants awaiting All Hallows’ Eve
as if deserving no more than our own fading grins.
Lisa hosts Dverse's "Poetics 427: Mussenden’s Temple" Write a poem (in any form) using the word "folly." Check out all the responses at Mr. Linky.