The leaves are falling

For the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt. I’d forgotten how much I like the pantoum.

 

 

The leaves are falling, scattered far;

In red and gold they dance and fly,

Wake the rising evening star,

Though shadows grey sleep, crisp and dry.

 

In red and gold they dance and fly;

The flames of autumn fires sing

Though shadows grey sleep, crisp and dry

Beneath the trees, where pale owls wing.

 

The flames of autumn fires sing

The songs that haunt the chilly night,

Beneath the trees where pale owls wing—

Lean the moon, and thin the light.

 

The songs that haunt the chilly night

Wake the rising evening star—

Lean the moon and thin the light,

The leaves are falling, scattered far.