Wild child Autumn

bid adieu to summer's fire

A twinkle in her eye,

   as autumn breezes whirl,

tumbling like popcorn nymphs twirling

    wild child frolics amidst colored skies,

              feels alive in falling rhymes

romps with playful butterflies

     zephyrs of golden ribbons lace the air

        crimson and tangerines hues,

crisp as a morning's dawning view

   cuddly sweater's warmth upon a hearth,

          dashed in a clash of a smile's sigh

bid a brisk adieu to sweet 

      summer's fiery summertide   

Author's Note

Reviews

[NoelHC]

"The uploader has not made this video available in your country" Now I am intrigued by what music you chose for this highly appropriate poem. Sunday we were 77 F and sunny, Monday it was 32 F and we had 4 inches of snow. Totally skipped that "autumn breeze" thing.
Well written FP.

[Frieda P]

Wild Child by Enya...it was getting cool here at night, now it's back to muggy, gray, and hot. Thanks Noel.

[Alfred Kukitz]

The technicolor poem sugared with soul. "Popcorn nymphs twirling" is a line filled with novelty and beauty of a magnitude of a 1,000. You are a sweet child that is filled with blossoms.

[AYVID N]

This is so breathtakingly a beautiful read. Frieda, you can weave all the beauty of existence into a write with your magic pen.

[Patrick]

I really love this piece. It is haunting and elegant. The imagery is fantastic

[wordman]

I think my favorite season loved the tribute

[Baby Ricochet]

You know if you would have written "Tumbling like popcorn nymphs twerking" it would have been a completely different poem. That's how much one word can change a piece.

[InsanityWriter]

Absolutely beautiful. It's not yet Autumn where I am, but through your words I could so clearly see the colors of the season. :)

[Marie]

THis is a lovely way to usher in Autumn Such pretty images and colours. I can't do it quite yet; it's still summer here.

[ron]

Ooo I love this one. Adieu to summer indeed. And I love this song. Nicely done as always Frieda.

[s y e]

// zephyrs of golden ribbons lace the air
crimson and tangerines hues,
crisp as a morning's dawning view
cuddly sweater's warmth upon a hearth, //

OMG wow... The imagery really. You leave me speechless with each read. I keep saying no way could you top the last poem and you always do. You just get more amazing each time. Honestly I am a massive fan... Fandango!

Flip flops & all that jazz Mama F....xo

[Jon Roggie]

You don't need my addition, but this is lovely.