Autumn color
displays its soul
complex and deep
eyes feast upon complexities
drama
against sullen sky
November’s grip
winter chasing sun
sky threatening eruption
emotion held to its breast
since spring came and went
intense hue
a taste, pungent
how it lies upon my tongue
awaiting discovery
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The return of Autumn.
I can feel it
The air is just a bit crisper.
Summer is starting to take its leave
Suddenly
And without fanfare.
I love Autumn
But there is much to be said for Summer.
The delicious feel of sun warming skin
On bare arms and bare shoulders.
Summer dresses that float about naked legs.
Evenings sipping wine and enjoying the stillness
Of a garden in bloom.
In truth there is something about each season
That speaks to me.
The beautiful purity of Winter’s landscape
The textures of nature in hibernation
An unexpected delight within a frozen tundra
The vibrant hue of a cardinal in flight
Which always makes me catch my breath
In wonder.
The rebirth inherent in Spring
Glorious colour taking form from a white and colourless terrain
The emergence of a beautiful butterfly
From its chrysalis
The sense of an awakening.
But I love when Autumn comes.
The smells of pumpkin and cinnamon
The breathtaking colour changes.
Woodsmoke in the night air
Long walks enjoying the changing light
And the way the cooler air pinks my cheeks
And invigorates me.
But perhaps I love Autumn so much
Because it is my own way
Of shedding the year
Withdrawing into myself to replenish my soul
And becoming that butterfly
Awakening to myself, to life’s experiences
Over and over again.
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*Written two years ago but always relevant.
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
Autumn leaves.
Their fiery beauty the setting
to an unwanted separation.
A cold blast of winter air
settled around my shoulders
and froze the tears
upon my cheeks.
The world tilted upon its axis
and I spilled off
into the black abyss.
His touch
hidden from my heart.
Secret longing kept buttoned
under my winter coat
as I walked miles
lost in our memories.
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*Written for PoemTrail on Twitter; Prompts in bold
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Brooding
Melancholy
An angsty sort of Autumn day
Lashings of rain
Pummeling the earth
Causing the fiery leaves to halt their dance
And fall
Exhausted
To the ground
And yet
Even without the sun shining
There is something about this Autumn afternoon
That begets beauty
The colors are muted
Rather than fiery
As though prior to hibernating for the winter
The trees bedeck themselves in somber clothes
Earth tones
Subtle golds and browns
A hesitant orange amid fading foliage
The gatekeepers to jubilance
Wagging their fingers
At the still fiery Burning Bush
Who wishes to party
Till the end
Photographs taken by sirensong1208
Autumn has arrived
Her cool kiss
Stroking leaves
And whispering through limbs
It’s the creak of the windows
Wind pushing at the panes
And the inevitable thrill that goes through me
At the thought
Of a storm
It’s a day for sweaters and over the knee socks
Of soft throws and getting lost in books
Of watching the light change across the sky
And of losing myself in my reveries
Photograph taken from WhiteNoten
The return of Autumn.
I can feel it
The air is just a bit crisper.
Summer is starting to take its leave
Suddenly
And without fanfare.
I love Autumn
But there is much to be said for Summer.
The delicious feel of sun warming skin
On bare arms and bare shoulders.
Summer dresses that float about naked legs.
Evenings sipping wine and enjoying the stillness
Of a garden in bloom.
In truth there is something about each season
That speaks to me.
The beautiful purity of Winter’s landscape
The textures of nature in hibernation
An unexpected delight within a frozen tundra
The vibrant hue of a cardinal in flight
Which always makes me catch my breath
In wonder.
The rebirth inherent in Spring
Glorious colour taking form from a white and colourless terrain
The emergence of a beautiful butterfly
From its chrysalis
The sense of an awakening.
But I love when Autumn comes.
The smells of pumpkin and cinnamon
The breathtaking colour changes.
Woodsmoke in the night air
Long walks enjoying the changing light
And the way the cooler air pinks my cheeks
And invigorates me.
But perhaps I love Autumn so much
Because it is my own way
Of shedding the year
Withdrawing into myself to replenish my soul
And becoming that butterfly
Awakening to myself, to life’s experiences
Over and over again.
Photo taken by sirensong1208
*I wrote this several days ago when the Autumn seemed to be nipping at my heels. Today is September 1st and is a sultry summer day such as I would expect in July or August.
