The golden season emerges stealthily
Without warning and growing intensity
Branches previously clothed in suits of green
Now in flamboyant reds and oranges they preen
This beauty is a treasure, a technicolour screen
Waves of gilded confetti flutter in the air
A finale of magic and movement beyond compare
A simply stunning swan song, nature calling
For all to witness the summer’s curtain call
With branches bare from the last leaf descending
Taking their bow at the end of the fall
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2018 03:50
- Comment from author about the poem: My home backs onto a wood. Currently the leaves are turning to their beautiful autumn colours.
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
such incredible work you put into this fine description.
I love the colors and imagery produced in this poem, featuring Autumn. Thanks for posting! 🙂
A fine write Retired. I thought this might have been on the theme of you having taking a tumble (fall)! But no, phew!
Beautiful write about the coming of a beautiful season, my favourite season.
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