The Golden Season


The sun takes an early night,

The moon takes an early morn.


More punctual are streetlights,

As darkness takes early form.


A breeze performs a cooling dance,

In the absence of warming sun.


Autumn brings a new romance,

A new season has begun.

  • Author: G (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2021 14:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: My favourite half of the year
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 32


  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    I like the personification in this .., lovely poem . A season dancing and romance )

    • G84

      Thank you for your kind words yellowrose

    • Jennifer Martin

      Absolutely lovely poem! Your use of imagery is beautifully accomplished!

      • G84

        Thank you Jennifer

        • Jennifer Martin

          All my best to you!

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