Autumn

Rust and gold autumn leaves

 

Waltzing with the wind on the forest’s ballroom floor

 

Crunching beneath my feet.

 

The crisp, fresh air of the bright turquoise sky

 

            Stark in contrast to the golden leaves

 

            The sky has never been so blue! 

 

Geese fly south to destinations unknown

 

            In a cloudy, darkened sky

           

            Invisible except for their voices.

 

Fresh cut hay in rows of green

 

            Waiting to be swallowed and baled

           

            Stacked and stored for winter feed.

 

A lone bull elk bugles in the morning sun

 

            His voice piercing the silence

 

            As he challenges any rivals.

 

Harvest moon in a star filled sky

 

            A Great Horned Owl calls for its mate

 

            She answers from afar.

 

Pumpkin patch with globes of orange

 

            Topped with frosted ice

 

Waiting to be plucked and carved.

 

Beaver cache their winter pantry

 

            Deer move down to sheltered woods

 

            A lone wolf howls in the distance.

 

Seasons changing with shorter days

 

            Crops and gardens are put to bed

 

Chilling winds will soon bring snow…

Reviews

[Beccy]

A perfect poem for this loveliest of seasons. Love that line, 'waltzing in the wind on the forest's ballroom floor.' What a grand way to describe the dancing of those beautifully coloured autumn leaves.

Beccy.

[Sunbear]

Thank you Beccy! :)