First Chill of Autumn

A frosty breath poem of fall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First Chill of Autumn

As night grows darker,

Death’s black blanket

Slowly starts to spread

 

Bat wings flutter gleefully

At the edge of night

Stirring a gentle breeze

That whispers softly

To awaken the

Sleeping dead

 

Like the skillful prance

Of a black widow spider

Autumn is creeping

Further and further along

 

Soon trick o’ treat kids

Will be singing their

Candy begging songs

 

As I gaze upon the stars

That twinkle way above,

My shoulders feel a chill

Of Fall’s brazen display

Of love that slowly

Surrounds me

 

I welcome the chilled air’s

Refreshing entry into my

Restless angelic heart

The temperature drop

Restores nature's balance

Just like warm pumpkin pie

Cooling on my hearth.

 

 

Reviews

[XERO]

Wow I really enjoyed! .

[JanieB]

Nice write.

[tynamite]

This is too advanced. It surprised me.

[Michael of Gilead]

Pumkin pie! mmmmmm

[M Garcia]

A good late in the season poem about autumn. Thanks for sharing this.

[Mauricio Montoya]

This is a little deferent from most of your work I’ve read, but I will say this, you have an unique style in the way you bring it together, the choice of words and how they blend in makes this piece a work of art.
Excellent write.

[Linear]

Now just how am i going to sleep! with bats and the undead creeping up on me.

[hannajade]

This is great! I love fall:)

[Eric Cox]

A cool poem. Cool and also lovely imagery. Beautiful pen on this Autumn poem.

[Norma M Sutton]

I love the imagery in this one.