Autumn

Seasons change....

The birds, I see them flocking,
Readying for the long migration.

The locusts, whirring, in the trees,
leaving behind their shells, to mark their passing.

Colors brewing in the leaves, yellows, reds, oranges,
Awaiting the cool nights to brighten them.

Leaves twirling down from the limbs,
Spinning, blowing on the breezes.

Snapping twigs, crunching leaves,
Scattering before bright boots kicking them.

Crunchy apples, warmed cider, chili on the stove.
These are the things I love of autumn.

Sep 6, 2010

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

A nicely written tribute to Fall. i will reread in a few months, as Spring is finally unfurling here in Alaska.

[Sel Whiteley]

What a wonderful ode to Autumn. I especially like the lines:


The locusts, whirring, in the trees,
leaving behind their shells, to mark their passing.

Because the image is both so graphic and a great way to indicate the passing of the seasons.

And

Crunchy apples, warmed cider, chili on the stove.
These are the things I love of autumn.

This is such a vivid, well-drawn scene with the action so self-evident, I wonder if you truly need: “Seasons changing, autumn's coming.” Since the rest of your poem does a masterful job of setting the scene.

[Tommy]

You know as spring approaches, I am so hungry for the change of seasons. I do have to admit though, Fall is my favorite time of year. The summer heat cools a bit, and the leaves come alive in color to mark the beauty of their season. Yes, the home made chili, cider, and fresh crisp apples are so scrumptious. I do love autumn, and you captured its essence in this piece so well.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy