Wind gusts awaken sleepy seas at dawn,
As Love awakens fresh waves in our blood.
October's leaves are scattered; trees are worn.
Autumn's symbols aren't often understood.
It's a solemn season, yet it contains
Flashes and traces ofhealing wisdom.
In vivid colours; in incessant rain.
Its' golden harvests are marked by the sun.
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Dominic how right you are and poetically you phrase it. For it is a solemn season indeed with the offer of symbolic wisdom to arrive and then dwell if one waits for it. A most splendid poem on Autumn, for you are I clarion, nature's truest observer. Five golden brown stars and richly deserved. Thank you Dominic for writing and sharing your poem. Remain poetry blessed and enjoy life.