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One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Autumn”.
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AUTUMN
Of All the Seasons, Autumn is the most beautiful…When Summer evolves into Autumn, the beauty of that season speaks to us. It speaks to us through color. We are surrounded by vibrant hues of red, yellow, orange and gold leaves beneath our feet. We can hear their crisp crackle with every step. It is the season of apples and pumpkin spice, long walks on happy trails, and the aromas of sweetness in the air. So as we say good-bye to Summer, and Winter remains in hiding, we can embrace Autumn bliss and indulge in her elegance for a while. Autumn will know that when it is time for her to leave, she will always remain alive in our memory, as the Seasons change. Magically, she will come back to us upon Nature’s wings.
AUTUMN
Summer’s light has fallen dim
Fading within the Autumn hue
The vibrant fire within the spectrum
of colorful days, is born anew
We may shed a tear for sunny days
and yearn for balmy nights
But ‘tis the time to say goodbye
and welcome Autumn lights
Trees are singing nature’s song
bearing leaves of red and gold
Each falling from the biting wind
to the ground so rich and bold
Children come - Scampering through
this myriad of color
Crisp leaves crackling ‘neath their feet
as they chase and nudge each other
Smiling faces, hearts of joy
A Timeless Season for each girl and boy
Today an adventure of Autumn bliss
Tomorrow a memory they will surely miss
Yet Autumn calls out to one and all
Come feast upon its magical view!
An artist’s canvas, a sight to see
Explosions of rainbows; heaven’s brew
Apple picking, pumpkin patches
Sweet aromas in the air
Corn fields, scarecrows, country hikes
Dreams of Autumn everywhere
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Autumn’s time to sing her song
Summer’s gone,
Winter’s a ways
Yet Autumn’s here; Golden days
You can hear the Summer weep afar
in slumber ‘til next year
As the Winter lies in wait once more
allowing Autumn to appear
And that she does in rising force
Wearing the colors of her birth
She raises the flag of her ancestry
As we gasp in awe and mirth
The air is crisp, we hear her hum
Autumn tunes of regal sound
She breathes lustrous tints from nature’s palette;
Pigments of her soul abound
We answer to Autumn’s sweetest whisper
by frolicking in her domain
We seek shelter ‘neath her amber wings
where we may forever remain…
Very good Phyllis. You are so talented.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I appreciate your kind comment. Wish I knew your name, but again - thank you all the same. 🥰
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