Autumn's Mountain Dreams

A poem about summer giving way to fal and fall preparing for winter.

 

Autumn’s Mountain Dreams

When the gales are stirring and the 

branches are rustling their pompoms,

The lonely white spotted owl is calling 

out his desperate call for his mate

 

That’s when the mugs come out to fill with

steaming hot chocolate

with white marshmallows,

When the sun goes down too soon and

the moon stays out too late.

 

As the leaves start to fall to the 

ground and fall into the soupy ponds

 

The green eager turtle sloths out onto

his branch early to catch the

sunbeams that are late.

 

That’s when all the girls start wearing 

lettered sweaters of their fellows.

When the basketball team attempts 

to go all the way to state!

 

When the weeping willow starts blowing in

the breeze and the wood nymph’s

wave their magic wands,

That’s the time the gas companies send

notices that there are raising their rates.

 

When the temperatures drop and the fields

full of black and white Jersey cows start to bellow,

 

That’s when you know the time for

swim bikini time is far too late.

 

So bring out the violin and the harmonica too,  

we’ll share some warm apple cider and            

sing some mountain clogging songs.

 

Warm memories blue crystal winter

dreams we’ll start to create.

We’ll gaze fondly at the days of summer 

when we all skipped around bathed in

yellow eating lime green jello.

 

Because autumn is finally here,

we’ll hold hands and snuggle under cozy 

flannel quilts at the football games with our dates.

Author's Note

A poem about memories of Franklin, North Carolina

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Now that is what I call great prose poetry... letting your words flow like nature and bring the scenes to life in your descriptions... I'd love to see North Carolina in fall.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I loved this poem. It was really nice. I love the imagery as well. I can picture Franklin, North Carolina in my head clearly though I've never been there. It seems like a beautiful place. Thanks for sharing.

[tynamite]

This poem is very nice.

[M Garcia]

You can almost see this happening as you write it. The imagery is lovely. Thanks for sharing.

[David W Moore III]

Beautiful reminisce. I was brought into your vision and longed for flannel blankets even down here in New Orleans!

[YouoweYoupay]

I agree with the previous reviews of how beautiful the place in the poem mentioned must be. Smooth use of images and sounds that trigger the memories and flashes of foggy skies, warm sweaters, and expected drizzle. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.

-Wella.

[Mauricio Montoya]

I like how this piece comes together, excellent write.

[Whiskurz]

A Great write Marie......as always......Larry

[Michael of Gilead]

Nice memories, except for those bills!

ummmm....turtles on branchs?