This was written as a part of Writing Challenge #6 held by Duff D. Moss. Hope you enjoy it.
At Autumn’s edge, beyond a brook,
there lived a lonely miser
who loved not other than to look
while no one was the wiser.
I saw him watching, watched him stare,
with silent tongue and longing
on a green leaf. I was aware:
soon, color’d come a-thronging.
At Autumn’s turn, the miser laughed
to see the leaves a-changing.
A ladle from the brook he quaffed,
and then he went a-ranging.
At Autumn’s edge, beyond the brook,
where lived the lonely miser,
the people called him thief and crook,
but no one was the wiser.
Oak Isle (for Writing Challenge #3)
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