Part of what I love about this season is  
gardens that adjoin it, 
a hidden, sunlit nook surrounded by mature
sycamore trees, 

shades of gold and amber as skies  
fill themselves with shadows— 
Autumn, settles itself over my skin and  
speaks 
of a certain converging, an exhilarating  
birth worthy of note. 

Its mornings are nothing short of poetry, 
the moon dresses in a misty cloak 
while leaves twirl and dance, 
the wind  
whispers melodies and lovers  
estranged look forward to meeting  
once again, 
Autumn though wise in its celestial  
crescendo and 
rustling euphony of coppery tales 
is young at heart, 
not many people are aware of this. 

I haven’t yet met with a person who hasn’t  
fallen for golden haze  
and brightly adorned lakes,  
gloriously beautiful to look upon,  
it is a time when the heart is ready for  
new beginnings and hope  
can be found amidst the auburn leaves,  
I, for one, enjoy the view  
around red-brick shops and crisp, cool  
breeze— life has a way of continuing. 

The season with its restlessness marks  
the end of a sultry summer, 
I observe the way broad shoulders sway 
gracefully with each step, 
as I stride to the corral, the weight of time  
pulls and soon 
a gust of uncontrollable enthusiasm 
knocks me down on the grass. 
“It’s hard to understand who is more  
enamored, the wind  
makes my dress move as if it’s alive.”  
Wearing yellow is a Poet’s way 
of flirting with Autumn. 

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest 

Punam is our lovely hostess at dVerse where she invites us to write a poem
about Autumn. Come join us! 🩷

Posted for Poetics: Fall (in) love @dVerse Poets Pub