Ode to Autumn

About the magic of Autumn

Ode to Autumn

Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces
Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies
Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces
Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies

Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane
While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain
Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound
 In anxious anticipation of delicate descent to the ground

 Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees
To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright
With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze
Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight

Autumn leaves burning,  aromatic auras so sweet
Crisp air numbs kid’s noses, toes and their feet
Once  strutting Tom Turkey, now reclines in the oven
Exuding the aroma that everyone’s lovin’

Autumn’s a time of rich renewal
Preparing for change, in time so transitional
Mother nature shedding summer,s no-longer-chic green
and donning more staid, brown traditional

Summer, winter and spring are beautiful seasons
And in them I find much of delight
But Autumn’s the season that I’ve come to love
Because everything about Autumn…and Fall…
is just right

Author's Note

Is brown too hard to read?