Weapons of Autumn

I laid in bed one night. An image came to my head. I had to put it into words

The Weapons of Autumn

 

I’m thinking about New England sunsets

Glowing over Ivy covered

Red brick buildings

And tunnels formed by trees

Hovering over cobblestone throughways

 

Orange and red leaves form

A natural quilt over

Dry, browning grass

Awaiting expiration

 

This is what takes place

In the Celestial Bio dome called

Seasons

 

This is the Season I referrer to as

Natures wake

The changing from the summer dress

Into winters pre cardigan garb

 

Cool breezes keep me vigilant

The night has grown a few hours

My dialogue turn into a frothy mist

Which flows from my chapped sore lips

As I tell stories of summer time folly

 

The moon and I make eye contact

We both share a secret

He tries to read my mind

I let

Him

Author's Note

Something new......

Reviews

[A]

Loved the imagery for sure...the end was captivating for me because it lead to another mysterious thought of unknown words...well done...

[honeyleens]

Oh, i really loved this. Such gorgeous imagery. I liked the lines about the autumn leaves forming a blanket over the lawn, and the moon reading your mind. This is def one of my favorites of yours. Thanks for sharing. Lovely job!

[TL Boehm]

He tries to read my mind and I let him. This is a wonderful little poem.

[Brandi Nicole]

you are a gifted writer. thank you for sharing!

[Yellow Butterfly]

I love Autumn and I love the way you love Autumn too :O)

[freelancejouster]

this is really interesting in the way it's presented. it's quite wonderful.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Hello Judas! How I love Autumn...let me count the ways!

"This is the Season I referrer to as
Natures wake
The changing from the summer dress
Into winters pre cardigan garb"

Yep! This is one of them!


My best,
Kelly

[Emily Rae]

once again you offer vivid descriptions, which make for excellent imagery in this piece. my favorite verse,
" The moon and I make eye contact
We both share a secret
He tries to read my mind
I let
Him"

this could be a poem in itself

[Bare trees]

You have a great imagination with images and words at your disposal. I could picture the scenery you conjured up with your descriptions in such a poetic way. The last line was a great payoff to a great poem.

referrer?

[Scandalous]

I enjoy the words you used to describe the changing seasons, great piece of work.

~ Scandalous