A Chilling Autumn Breeze

This is a poem about autumn, written during the hallowed season (October).

In the days of the seasons of autumn,

Breezes signal the advent of a seasonal decorum.

Trees shed their leaves, leaves that become a bright orange.

Leaves that dangle down into piles on the ground, beautiful and strange.

Autumn is the season of change.

Autumn is the season of people playing along the range,

Watching the leaves blow by in the wind.

Leaving all of their worries behind.

Watching the clouds of the fall season go by.

Sometimes, many a celebrator will sigh,

Watching the leaves in the wind dance and fly.

Leaves that dance musically, free and alive.

Soaring on gusty currents, where they continue to thrive.

A beautiful season, full of beautiful people who play about to welcome the season.

As the season progresses, there is no reason,

To be wary or stressed, so people become calm.

It is a time in their lives where they can be calm, where they can say many a hymn,

Praising the coming of thanksgiving and autumn.

A beautiful day in a brilliant season, a season of joy.

A season of wonder, a season without conflict, without people seeking to destroy.

Just a moment, just a single moment.

Where everyone just dances and sings together, a startling event.

For a second, the world was beautiful.

For a second, the world was plentiful.

For a second, there was not a conflict, not a battle.

No vicious national rivalries, no petty prattle.

Just everyone celebrating a beautiful season.

A season of wonders, of celebration. 

Author's Note

This is a poem that reflects the beauty and mystique of the season of autumn. I like to think the reason autumn is such a beloved season is because of how calm and chilly it is.