Autumn is the dying of the year.
The season sadly sighing, “winter’s near.”
Its lifeless, loveless leaves all bled and dried
remind us of the death sweet summer’s died.
Autumn means the nights are drawing in.
Let Halloween and Bonfire Night begin!
The days are short; the nights are long and cold:
(a joy for youth - oppression for the old.)
Autumn wears a cloak of blood-red gold.
A multi-coloured dream-coat to behold.
Its bleeding and its dying’s a motif
of man of sorrows and the God of grief!
Autumn is so beautifully adorned.
Like passing of a princess, should be mourned!
And with the falling of each dying leaf
our hearts should break for season far too brief.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2021 12:22
- Comment from author about the poem: to autumn - or fall
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Comments4
beautiful
Autumn to my mind is the most wonderful season of the year, Ntaure's Artwork enthrals me during this time.
Andy.
'Autumn wears a cloak of blood-red gold.
A multi-coloured dream-coat to behold.'
indeed, it truly is a season, far - too brief!
thanks for sharing dear poet
a wonderful ode, to our most majestic of season's
an amazing poem
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