I stood at the clearing between the trees,
And stared out at the lake.
The orange glow that was reflecting there,
Made me glad I was awake.
The air was crisp but the day was calm.
There was still a trace of fog.
The smell of smoke danced all around,
As the fire made coals out of a log.
I sat on a stump as I watched the day,
The trees were thick and tall,
Their leaves had turned red and orange,
Preparing for the fall.
The days of summer are all but gone,
As green turns into brown.
The grass is covered up with leaves,
That have already fallen down.
The coffee pot was on the fire,
Before darkness turned to light.
I used the liquid to sooth my soul
And make it through the night.
You can hear the rustling of the leaves,
Blown through by the breeze.
The birds are singing farewell songs,
Perched on the distant trees.
Winter is surely close at hand,
As summer starts to go.
And all the golden fallen leaves,
Will be covered up with snow.
(c) 2015 Edward York
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this a couple of years ago as summer came to a close but it still rings true.
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Lasergraph you perfectly captured the mood and painted an accurate picture of one these incredible fall days. Kudos!
Thank you, they are not far away.
For you maybe, for me it stays pretty much the same all year round. A little more rain in the winter and some cooler mornings. But that's about it. Pretty boring if you think of it!
I do appreciate changes in seasons. I have them here.
Very good seasonal poem! I hate to see fall come because inevitably means winter is on it's way but you did a great job of painting a picture with your words of a beautiful autumn day/night.
I thank you greatly. I have some winter poems I need to dust off and of course spring and summer.
Beautiful, no more to say. Just beautiful.
Great thanks. Much appreciated.
Yes captured the seasons changing very well .... good poem
I live where we actually have seasons, I look forward to each. Kind of a change of pace.
Sounds like a wonderful fall day. Can't wait.
Wonderful write, the days of autumn are my favourite time of the year and you have taken me to it with these words.
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