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

[stars are far]

Nice... well done :)

[Everson Taveras]

"My dialogue turn into a frothy mist
Which flows from my chapped sore lips
As I tell stories of summer time folly" Brilliant segment here. So much detail and rhyme scheme captured here effortlessly. Great poem. Thank you for sharing

[Poetic Beauty]

I love how you describe this season with a bit of magic and I love the line about summer time follies. This is done with a grand detail that makes me feel as if I am walking down a New England town with cobblestones under my feet and delicious colored leaves capturing my attention.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Season are different things to each person. I like the term "Nature's wake". I had opportunity to live in the warm states. I decided to come home to Michigan. The four seasons allow us to feel and know the changing of the earth. I like the way you ended the poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[EMF]

Wonderful snapshot of the actuality of the saesons shift and the emotions and thoughts behind it. A superb piece of writing. Another great job.

[Kloverfield]

Wonderful to read. It all creates one beautiful image. Excellent. Whimsical.

[Sarah Hobbit]

I really like the lines
"the changing from the summer dress
into winters pre cardigan garb"
Very cool
Sarah :-)

[MS. BABy]

i loved this, it placed me inside of yellow-orange leaves contemplation.....awesome.

[LinBin]

Beautiful, I wish I could write as good as you, this is just lovely x

[Dayran]

A time to reflect.