His Autumn

Autumn sneaks up on me,

like an afternoon nap I can’t be bothered to resist

There’s a familiarity in the rolling of the seasons

a rightness, and I know I won’t fight it

 

But his eyes are stretched wide open

against the hush and crinkle of the cold

He can’t wait- won’t

Every nerve sizzles in the screeching silence

            -anticipation leaves him parched now

He’ll crush forward, young and unrelenting

            on a wild, undue spring

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Well I attempted a review but WC ate it. Happens some times.
I loved the personification of the seasons and the allusion to something deeper in our own psyches - that touch of something primal in the way we slow down in the fall - retreating to our hibernative states, in wait for the rush of spring.
Well done!

[BoSweets]

NM Sarah,
This is a great write. I can appreciate all the seasons and elements. The way its written is very clear.
Peace BoSweets

[Warrick]

You've a touch for portraying autumn. Probably one of my favorite seasons, except for the dread of coming winter. There's something here in this piece I can't put a finger on, but it just makes me want to re-read it once I finish... Great job!