Roses Withered

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roses Withered
By: Adam M. Snow

 

Fall has come, I see roses withered
with timely settled of fluttering birds.
The golden colors of fallen leaves,
upon the grounds and upon the eaves.

 

With whistling winds a joyous tune,
an eerie light from an Autumn's moon.
And underfoot fresh acorns fallen,
with the scent of Summer's last final pollen.

 

Masks wearing children, running door to door
carrying bags of sweets hoping for more.
The echo chirps of the southbound geese
the sight of that flight, wish it not ceased.

 

I think of the crisp, clean air
and laughter's from an Autumn's fair.
A feast prepared for a family's gathered
around the table and around a smoked bird.

 

The smell of smoldering leaves
and the first snowflake upon the eaves.
The mixed golden shades within the trees;
the season has come, I lay with the stars at ease.

Author's Note

Fall is approching quickly and it inspired me to write this.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

What a refreshing thing to read! It is still hot here and I await Autumn eagerly. This made me think of all the beautiful things about it.

[Marie]

Yes, Fall is coming; now so much where I am. But you describe it beautifully...September, October, November...ecah with its own special charm...

[Allyson Wolfe]

A good attempt at something that could be epic. The idea and topic of the seasons can be such a hard thing to write about, and you did wonderfully. Great write!

[Heather]

nice poem.. Fall happens to be my favorite time of the year.. I love the change of the leaves, the smell of the air changes too, you can just feel it when it approaches. Great poem!

[Anonymous Girl]

I like fall at some point because its a part of nature and I love nature. Loved it.
100/100

[Crazy Cat Man]

i love fall :) just a strange time of year :)

[Baby Ricochet]

A nice rhyme for autum. Quite pleasent to read. Great job