Another Rhyme Royal for the dverse prompt, because I like this form.
On these golden mornings of October,
When dawn light fills the valley sleepy pearl,
When stars have set and leaves fall without number,
Into the dewy meadow where mists swirl,
I hear the shattered peace, the bright jays’ skirl,
And wonder will I cease to feel the pain,
Of clenched heart, when the guns spew mortal rain.