We met on the crossing quite by chance;
She was coming from Spring.
Her hot, yellow breath keeping us warm
During those last few months.
The green, freshness of spring
Changed by her warming rays.
Her long, long hot days,
Changing the colours to straw.
The occasional silver of rain
Coating the ground with new grass.
We met on the crossing quite by chance;
And I was going to Winter.
My cool, shortening days , warning of winter.
Leading the way from reds and oranges,
To the whites and browns.
And the long black nights soon to come.
But this is my time, the crisp frosty mornings,
Her cool yellow breath leading the way
Into the rich colours so varied and bright
That make me so loved by all.
We met on the crossing quite by chance;
The place where Summer found Autumn.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2023 01:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Autumn is my favourite time of the year.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A fine write Gold.
I met KP on a level crossing, and left her there just as the barriers were coming down! lol. I'm horrible to her. heehee.
Thanks Orchi.
Oh so beautiful!!!
Most kind LIZ, thank you.
Andy
Autumn is one of my top four most favourite seasons .. but this is without doubt my new favouwrite poem to date of yours Goldfinch60 sir .. Neville
Very much appreciated Neville, thank you.
Andy
Beautiful use of the senses. Great write.
Most kind Thomas, thank you.
Andy
I'm a Spring/Summer guy myself. And you Sir are definitely loved by all. 😉
Thank you for your kind words AP.
Andy
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