Autumn 2013

A gentle breeze brings the first shiver

and wish for wool of the season.

Seeded by Summer crickets, the air

is now full of soon to sleep promise.

Cold night blooms chase away the Sun

grown tired, leaving us sooner each night;

its vibrance spent. The green turning,

all the lands whisper of sleep and white covers soon to come.

Even the roads' whining seems half hearted

as they make no attempt to hold scattered leaves.

Only the wind seems to have life;

a cold harbinger of the ice coming.

Reviews

[Chris]

Mark,

A nice and crisp taste... the glory of fall.

Chris

[Mark]

Thank you Chris, glad you liked. :)

[Jack...]

Mark, this is wonderful. I beuatiful depiction of the coming season. Brisk mornings here in South Texas have come a bit earlier than normal and this combined with your autumn welcoming poem feel very nice today. Very well done.

[icelandicblue]

Ah winter is coming and the signs of Autumn are the harbingers. These are some of the most fabulous descriptions of Autumn I have read. A beautiful poem of the chill that will soon fill our bones. I adore this gorgeous verse:

Cold night blooms chase away the Sun
grown tired, leaving us sooner each night;
its vibrance spent. The green turning,
all the lands whisper of sleep and white covers soon to come.

[Leslie Philibert]

Read some nice autumn poems this week, which prompted me to re-read Keats. This is excellent.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

wish for wool of the season.

full of soon to sleep promise.

Even the roads' whining seems half hearted
as they make no attempt to hold scattered leaves.

Lovely lines, Mark. And you painted a beautiful picture of Autumn. I never experienced it myself but your poem gives me a hint. :)

[Talal Hussain]

A beautiful description of Autumn...great job :-)

[Renée]

Lovely Work Mark! I love the picture you painted as I read... I could see & hear the leaves chase the wind from tires .. love that sound...

[Frieda P]

The roads whining, wow if that's not the statement of a trucker...very unique look at the season, love it!

[Pryde Foltz]

You capture my favourite season so well in this piece. Here's to chasing leaves.