'Autumn'

A poem exploring the synthesis between the seasons and mortality. Mostly it marvels at the wonder of nature's palette and power

 

 

‘‘Autumn’s form'

She picked the autumn leave from the frosted bed before her

Marvelled at its morbid beauty

Crisp to the touch

Life’s subtleness long since gone

Deathly hues strangely fascinating

Gently she cupped it in her hand

Her youthfulness now receding

Grey now flecking her auburn hair

She mused

A wry smile caressing her face

Will eternal slumber bring its own splendour?

What form will she assume?

Slowly she crushed the leaf so carefully held in her soft hand

Sweet breath blowing it from her opening hand

Breeze captured it and carried it away

Curious eyes watched its journey

Yearning for the same freedom

Mortal constraints still held her fast

But time would take its toil

She would have her new form

 

Audrey 2009 - Butterfly Woman ©

Reviews

[Manda]

I am sure people tell you this all the time but you are quite the writer. I loved the way you expressed your vocabulary. The bigger the better. It was a very well written poem. I hope you continue to write. You are very talented. I hope you take the time to read some of mine =) I also love autumn it is my favorite season! I just love the leaves and how they change their colors making out planet such a magnificent place =) makes me so happy when i read and write poems about my favorite season =) You were very descriptive and good at expressing =)

Great Job!!!!!!