Autumn

I can think of nothing

Which so inspires

A surge of creativity

Like nature on fire-

Autumn colors

In all their fantastic glory,

The trees like flames

And bringing stories

Into my head

About such beauty-

To appreciate this,  

Our gift, our duty.

The wind picks up

The fragile leaves,

An autumn rainbow

Creeping up the trees.

The air is crisp

And chills the bone;

The breeze sways the oaks,

And the pines begin to moan.

Boots crunch the colors,

All vibrant autumn shade;

In reds, oranges, and browns,

The world seems to soften and fade.

Shoulders shiver

Underneath the rising cold;

The sky clears

And becomes a tawny gold.

All is calm and quiet

When in the autumn feel;

All is serene and cedar,

Seeming too perfect to be real.

 

Reviews

[Brittany DeFranco]

I absolutely love autumn and this poem about it, you certainly captured what this season is like
100/100