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

[rwar ish me]

well written
good imagry
Lovely
~Amai

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Breathless! This is a "beauty" of a poem. I REALLY love the way you have captured this timeless piece... it will still linger in my mind, through the day... Gorgeous write!!!

[Luke Ritta]

the images are great as is the poem...from the first line 'I’m thinking about New England sunsets' it pulled me in....well done

[Greg the Bard]

Your images in this work make it a very good write. It carries drama with it as well. I love the ease of reading and the way the lines intermesh. Great work.

[K.C. Zbryk]

You captured that certain mystery that seems to accompany this season, and you paint such a beautiful picture of the east coast as well. I like this and how different it is from the rest of your poetry. Unique and very well penned.

[Dahlia Phoenix]

Autumn is a season of peace and mystery. It holds many secrets in its wake as it slowly fades into winter. I love this poem for the art shown and the connection between one and the season.

[∂αʌ<..]

beautiful...i can actually picture what you said! smooth and cool!

[Priscilla Sayers]

Nice read.

[Penlady]

Yes absolutely something new and you've made it out of something old and changing and you've created a painting that morphs from one time and season frame to another...like a fall picnic and sharing warm red wine....how it feels...

[Fairytale]

Nice imagery. Beautiful description in the first two paragraphs. I felt like I was there.