Coming Fall

I could not see the forest through the trees.
I could not see the oceans while afloat on seas.
Sunset cascade colors hues of red upon the water.
Shadows lengthen on the land painted leaves fall in disorder.

Deep in summer's wood, thought they were mine.
With the coming of fall, primitive voices now entwine.
Sea spray wash upon my face and I laugh out loud.
With the coming of fall I seek cover I'm not proud.

Lighted skies and lengthy frolics now grow short.
Through creeping hours and shadows I must sort.
The beauty, the splendor of autumn is at a cost.
Following, in ninety days, brings winter's frost.

By panther811

© 2013 panther811 (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear panther... "lighted skies and lengthy frolics"...
"Sunset cascade colors hues of red upon the water...".
Truly a Masterpiece. Pat

[Joyce S. Greene]

I loved this one, Tom! Autumn is most likely the most vivid and dramatically beautiful season, but it is also the harbinger of winter and that is the season I most dread. I too am not too proud to run for cover when the cold winds blow. And, as you may recall, those winds are fairly frigid in NY and VT! You have painted a lovely picture of fall, Tom. I give you highest marks (though your ratings marker will deceptively not show it as that), for your splended poem.

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the details of the of the seasons in this poem. I love autumn but hate winder so it is bittersweet for me. This poem speaks of how the different seasons affect us emotionally and each person has their own unique view on the seasons.