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

[Margarette]

Autumn is a really beautiful season. The redness of the leaves that fall onto the pavement and the warm breeze that can be felt when strolling in the park. I like how you make autumn a fresh and pretty season. You have made a very wonderful piece. Keep writing!

[Amila Jay]

Nice write:)

[Lily Mae]

You have described this perfectly.. I could feel the change in my heart and mind.. I also felt the warmth and comfort from the cardigan.. :) xx

[Rene Velez]

nice flow, an Ode to Autumn, def. different coming from you, but a good piece indeed.

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

great write...the picture it created in my mind...very creative

[Sapph]

Love the last stanza, very heartfelt, and the descriptive value is good too. I really liked it! A lovely portrayal of Autumn.

[Branch Isole]

As smooth as a leaf's descent, this piece.

[writing mojo]

definitely a season written here, a changeling metaphysical stealth of self placing the literacy journeying savored all the way to the end when you go from you back to nature again each image reconnects the flow by which you take in cold
yet reminiscent of warmth and re-verb in a rebirth this piece owns..amazing stuff

[Kenneth The Poet]

Something cool, in more ways than one. This is a rhythmic, stellar, seasonal piece like an Oktoberfest blend.