Fall (Autumn)
Life is seasonal.
Giving birth in the Spring.
Blossoming in Summer.
Retiring in the Fall.
Resting in the cold, cold stillness of winter.
Of these, the Autumn years are now my domain.
Trees full grown change their own
chlorophyll leaves to honey, pumpkin, chocolate, and beet.
Colors as bright as the blazing light
that nurtured them through sun-filled
Summer’s sweltering heat.
Trees go bald as leaves fall
but the trees are still standing there.
When the hot humid air departs
the biting chill of Autumn will
give a start to the County Fairs.
Eerily bright on the hallowed night
in costumes and seeking treats
children of all ages
beneath the full of the moon
bring joy to Autumn’s streets.
Once green vegetation is now a variegation
Of fields ripe with the crops of the season
This harvest gathering brings family gatherings
around tables of plenty
filled with the voices of reason.
If this be Fall, then all in all
let’s enjoy the foliage, the fairs, and football.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2022 20:47
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
it's so hot and humid
I would do anything for a bit of shade
light rain and some breeze..
we all view a different season as our ideal
yet, well traverse the same season's
eventually
its all, based on our perceptions..
(a wonderful read
thanks for sharing, dear poet)
you can beat an egg, a carpet and a drum ..
but you sure can't beat the foliage, the fairs, and football ..
nicely poemed Phil by the way .. N
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