A chilling wind breathes the chimes of Autumn
Colored leaves now paint the bottom
Of weary trees preparing for winter
And where the poet's dreams are splintered
Where the time just seems to end
And where the memories all begin
The season of reflection falls upon us
What now is recalls what was
Autumn has me completely in thrall
To the haiku's grasp and the sonnet's call
The decay that the winter cold will heal
Creates a season that's truly surreal
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I know it's not autumn just yet, but when it arrives it becomes a time of reflection for me. To me it seems like autumn is when the year truly ends.
- Category: Nature
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August is my favorite month because of the light, but Autumn is by far my favorite season. I like the chill air. Your poem reminds me of those good days in the Fall.
Certainly one of the most peaceful seasons. I love the in-between seasons autumn and spring! Thank you for reading sir!
fall is the best. hands down. well done.
Thank you Psentinel!
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