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.

[KAREN]

I like your word play in this poem, and the imagery brings the poem to life, makes me feel I'm in the great out doors as I read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much, I'm thrilled you enjoyed this one.

[KAREN]

You are welcome!

[Coyote Poetry]

September love. I have known best days in the months of Autumn. Seem people are looking for someone to stay warm with for the upcoming cold days of Winter. I like the energy and drive of your words. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

So sweet, what a perfectly warm review, thanks so much Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Frieda.

[Matching Socks]

Popcorn nymphs. :)
This makes me smile. I have never heard that before. :)
This is so beautiful and fun!

[Frieda P]

Ha you just made me smile in turn. :) Thanks, what, you never saw a popcorn nymph? ;)

[Matching Socks]

I don't believe I have. :)
They must be little airheads that bounce and bop around like happy delusional little creatures full of life.

[Frieda P]

I do believe you've just visited my head on a good day :) haha

[Matching Socks]

I love your head, any day, but especially on a good day. :)

[Frieda P]

Awh, you're a sweetheart. :) Stay away on bad days, you don't wanna visit.

[Matching Socks]

Ok, noted. :)

[MomzillaNC]

Your poems captures the burgeoning Fall…

[Frieda P]

You have a knack for the best adjectives Momzilla 'burgeoning', love it, thanks!

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you; I do try to use the wealth of the English language -- I derive great pleasure and satisfaction from doing so, and from seeing and hearing others do likewise. And, you're welcome.

[Frieda P]

Me too, I get excited over words, my kids think I'm nutters.

[MomzillaNC]

My son soaks it up. But, my family accuse me of being snobbish because I refuse to speak as lazily as they do; they're viewpoint is that if everyone else talks like uneducated hicks, it's rude for you not to as well. I refuse to talk down to anyone as if they're incapable of understand properly spoken English.

[MomzillaNC]

I will never presume that my audience is peopled with morons.

[Frieda P]

I agree, and if there's an odd word someone doesn't know, there's google, hey, it's too easy to access information these day, I'm thrilled when I learn a new word.

[MomzillaNC]

Me too. I just learned one today off of Mad Englishman's bio: Viticulter

[Frieda P]

Oh I like that one, didn't know of it either, thanks!

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Einstein Noodle]

lovely ... for the last couple weeks as hints of winter give me glimpsing grief .. this poem and this morning (in the 40's last night) turns my little face to greet my favorite of all seasons (spring coming in second) a warm sweater is such an easy comfort and pleasure .. enjoyed your poem Frieda .. nice one for blessed Autumn

E.

[Frieda P]

Thanks E, it's fast becoming a favorite of mine too, snuggle up will ya? :)

[Lauriegirl]

This is just beautiful. Good job

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Laurie.

[Simran Kewlani]

It is amazing. I liked the "wild child autumn". I envy your writing skills, a lot.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Simran.

[R Smith]

I love your sense of nature, the change of summer into autumn is beautiful, funny how we get to interpret poems here in our heads and mine keeps seeing that cuddly sweater warmth upon a hearth and its really a powerfully sexy line, did you do that Frieda ? Your writing is an aphrodisiac to love, always great and hot.

[Frieda P]

Wow thanks Richard, love where you took this.

[R Smith]

always gonna be a pleasure young lady, always.

[Frieda P]

Woo, young, haven't heard that in good long while. :)

[R Smith]

why Scarlett you'll always be young to me :)

[Bill O. Writes]

Perfect poem to get ready for fall! I love autumn!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Bill, enjoy the season!

[kublakhan27]

There is weaving a spell, and then there is Mrs.R weaving a spell...I like those spells the best ;) The Doors also have a song called Wild Child, and this piece put me in mind of Morrison's free verse...Jim was a beatnik essentially, and your beatnik is showing in this one...ha that sounds naughty, but this piece has an air of mischievousness to it so I stand by the observation ;) This is nature's mischievous side...one last hurrah for the carefree days of summer before autumn's colours and dreaded transition to winter take center stage...this one made me want to go prancing barefoot through a field of tall grass with the popcorn nymphs...yes, sweet dreams are made of this :) xo

[Frieda P]

Smiling here, can you be a beatnik and a gypsy too? ;) The imagery in your review was astounding, I'm picturing you barefoot in that field now..yep sweet dreams. :) Thanks sweetie MWAH! xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha I don't think they're too far apart ;) What can I say, your words inspired me love, MWAH! xo

[Frieda P]

I think I like gypsy garb better. ;) You still prancing? haha ;)

[kublakhan27]

Haha Me too, though I did make another observation which I'm not sure you've seen yet ;) Still prancing, though I'm starting to fade a bit...it's getting late haha ;)

[Frieda P]

I give up, what are you talking about?.....