Chris Yellow

๐Ÿƒ Autumn has come

That                                                                                                           
quiet                                                                                                 
whistle...                before the tempest,                               
a strand of hair lifted with stormy sent
advertising how time certainly went
without a signal or formal request.
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You recognize the Summer has nightfall
leaving fertile the ground for renewal,
where the spring seeded wild flowers were plucked
and first bronze tan burned leaves gently glided.
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Soon our feet will crack the crispy mantle,
lemon, carrot, cerise and chocolate,
colored sounds of the past paving our path
sedimented under frequent sun bath.
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Then, freezing cotton will carpet this earth,
we'll warm hands around hot beverages
from the plants we sprouted throughout these years,
covered in adventure collected cloths.
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But I'll mention Winter when I get there,
for now I need to garden...

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and                                     prepare!

Comments2

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    HI CHRIS ~ thanks for an awesome lyric poem on the FALL ! Because it is so kaleidescopic AUTUMN is the most musiest Season of ALL ! SPRING = light Green ~ SUMMER = dark Green ~ WINTER = White ! In AUTUMN a miracle happens ! The leaves turn from Green to a Rainbow R O Y G B I V (if you look hard enough) and then slowly flutter down like Flutterbyes and carpet the dark brown ground rainbowwise ! Its not just the colours its the shapes as well BOOTIFUL ! WE both love swishing through the WOODS behaind BRIANS Flat ! If you've never been to see the *Aspens in the Fall* @ Colorado Springs USA ~ you havent lived !

    Blessings Peace & Joy
    ANGELA & BRIAN ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก
    Please check our site ~ Thanks !

    • Chris Yellow

      Thank you Angela & Biran. I am not sure how the Fall is in the states, only ever been there on the Summer, but I can tell you the colorful carpeting is recurring in many other places of the planet. :-) The thing is, this fall I don't only see it around in the trees or the coloring of the ground.,For the first time I feel it. I see it in the mirror, on the whites of my hair and the lowering of my cheeks and the fact that my children are growing like weed. I think that is what brought along this poem and the reason it is colorful is that I am finding peace and comfort with this new phase of my life. I have loved all previous seasons for different reasons.

    • ANGELA & BRIAN

      Thanks CHRIS for the anthropomorphic analogy ! Yes as we grow older WE dso begin to change colour & shape etc ! Brian is 36 ~ He exercises a lot and keeps trim but there are a few steaks of silver in his hair ! Were getting married next year 2020 and hope for at least TWO KIDS ! Im only 31 so ive just passed from Spring to Summer and I am an ESSEX GIRL (see tomorrows Poem ESSEX IN THE FALL !) so I know how to groom myself !

      Yours ANGELA & BRIAN ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก



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