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

[Goodbye]

What a great banquet for the senses you've served us! All I can think of is, "must have pumpkin pie...must have pumpkin pie...must have pumpkin pie...

[MuSe Ampoule]

Very nice! Great flow, and rhythm. Definitely highlights the best of the season - trick o' treat kids singing their candy begging songs...brilliant, and my fav part.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

oh my what an aromatic beauty you have created~gorgeous sensate writing that captivates every sense~ mmm pumpkin pie~

[Cynthia]

Creative Write!!! Amazed

[sarah]

this is amazing! sooo creative!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Your creativity in your writing is so remarkable! Great poem

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I liked the Pumpkin pie. Its warm, cozy and comforting. Its a staple in the
seasonal traditions of fall. I thought about how pumpkin pie is loose and
lifelike...then the cool air transforms it into a motionless mass...almost as
if Rigor Mortis had set in. It did in some ways symbolize the loss of vibrant
color in the scenery, but still retaining beauty and profound energy.

I think that the it's relevant to the theme of collecting the sights and sounds
that are and/or welcome fall. Overall, this poem puts a cheerful spotlight on
the changeover of seasons. It was nice work, Sweet Marie!

[Doug Ordunio]

I understand the pumpkin pie is a pleasant element of warmth, but I wonder why it's there, since it is not really a restoration of nature's balance, unless it stays fresh for another three months. I think that since the rest of the poem is about autumn--the death of nature before encroaching winter--you should just leave everything chilly and discard the warmth...but that's just me. Nice job...

[Tina Kline]

There is such beauty to your words here, a true celebration of the wonder and wonderfulness of fall, even the spider part! Love this, it is amazing and very impressive!

[Short.Nerd]

BEautiful (: AMazing job.