In the Autumn of Words

Come to the autumn of words

Where golden words roll down 

From the arms of the trees.

Where poems sweep the dust 

And tales sleep with larks.

Where fairies kiss the teary sky

And mermaids hug the azure oceans.

Where moon yawns at night,

And sun dances in the ball.

Where dwarfs paint yellow everywhere,

And feed the lonely barkish moths.

Come let's sing the song of words

In the autumn of the gold words.

Author's Note

Sometimes it's not what it looks.
The title is mature enough to be hooked with a childish poem.
Just like a father holding hand of his son?!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hopeful and wonderful words for Autumn. Your good description make the reader see visions of the changing colors and the coming of Fall. Thank you Shasha for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Shasha]

Thank you, no words left!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Shasha.

[barleygirl]

This is gracefully dripping with imagery tangled with hints of the writing life, a mesmerizing blend of ideas & your descriptions are strongly-crafted to summon many ideas in the reader's mind! *smile* Here's hoping you & your loved ones have a beautiful Christmas (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Shasha]

Thank you Margie! I always love to read your words! They always make me smile!!!
And Merry Christmas to you too!!!!!

[barleygirl]

And your words make me smile, too! *smile*

[Seriana]

This is quite beautiful. Simple, yet laden with hidden mysteries in colors and small fantasies.

[Shasha]

Thank you Seriana!!! It means a lot!