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

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

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.

I just love the last verse... a magnificent way to end this delightful piece... I love autumn and this poem.

[Alicia Schroeder]

Beautiful

[Jibey]

A lovely read... quietly reflective as the images of Autumn slide down and the sense of calmness settles the heart a little... a time of mellow fruitfulness