Submission for "Poetry": Poetry that makes us think about Autumn, is about Autumn or describes Autumn goes here.
Even nature related tales or rhymes can enter here.
Happy Thoughts by TecknicolourBlue, literature
Literature
Happy Thoughts
Open your eyes.
Don't think.
Just watch.
A breeze picks up.
You hug yourself tight.
The trees sway.
Leaves break free from their grip.
Swirling gracefully through the air.
Eventually floating to the ground in sweet surrender.
Your sight loses focus.
The scene becoming a no longer detailed blur of colours.
A harmonious blend of red, orange, and yellow.
The air is crisp.
The scent of spice lingers.
You can hint the crackling of fire in the distance.
It's that feeling.
Happiness.
You bask in the moment.
Autumn has arrived.
the wind whistles
a soft melody
grazing through fields
with its tail of crisp cold
trailing behind it
racing through the forest of giants
stretching their humongous arms out
as to hug the sky
reaching up taller and taller
and taller
maybe to feel the wool spun clouds embrace
breezes follow
climbing altitude
spinning around in glee
gathering bits of rocky terrain
spreading around
the sharp scent of spice
laughter
and jovial smiles of friends old and new
evening comes and dusk paints the sky in orange
the frolicsome breeze subsides
trail dispersing
it rests
one by one
giants close their eyes
gold falls with the light
creatures will sleep
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I Knew You in Your Autumn by ThornyEnglishRose, literature
Literature
I Knew You in Your Autumn
I knew you in your autumn,
your green days turning golden
then dancing before us, passing gently
one by one, blazing,
the colours of fire. I see them
framed by bright blue sky, crisp and clear,
your sunshine not yet fading but a bite to the wind
as suddenly you fly
in one last blizzard of
brown, yellow, orange (so much bolder
than when you were only green) and
red, your favourite colour against
blue, mine. The sun is brighter than ever
but sets all too soon. The night is deep,
an eternity of memories, squirreled away
to keep you safe, your heart fragile,
you are frightened of the cold.
Dear October, come in, how are you? Did
you leave Nature well in the marrow of
your awakening? I've looked for you and
waited for your due return, the hills are
impatient to be painted under the hues of
your blaze, the maples started to shed
their leaves in response to your tender
tread, with shivers of surrender they fall
like offsprings of a forsakened season,
ready to ripen under your artist's brush,
their resolve is as true as the fields
of corn, as plenty as the familiar cider
the land gives up, the trees wear your
tawny crown for they know the riches you
give are beyond burnished imaginings, so
with golden weaves and berr
The breeze rustles the branches of the trees that stood erected above me. I envy them and their strength. I allow their peaceful existence to touch me, to calm me. They are alive and so am I. I breathe in the fall air as I watch a leaf let go of the branch and dance mid air, floating gracefully down towards me. It's beauty is just so overwhelming, I am caught off guard. I've always loved the leaves in the fall, how easily they adapt to the changing seasons. Their colors changing into beautiful shades of orange and red, as if they have been engulfed in the passionate flames that live in everything alive.
And I think to myself,I am like that l
Something slow and arcane
culls this fire
and flares like ghosts.
It stirs your soul,
splits the iris of your eye,
a spectrum to haunt October -
ruddy gold and rust,
followed by a dark so smooth,
it smothers embers
and roosts upon the river,
too deep to drown you.
And in the depths -
molten brown
muddles silt and pine,
witches' brew of
tar voiced stones
that glint
and hold you down
like amber.
Your breath is life
On autumn's first day
Your gift was love
As you permitted me
Into existence.
The greatest gift
Is to know you
Water colored leaves
In Warm tones
Highlights
faded skies.
Pumpkin's ripen
Crops peak
Birds and quiet
Bugs disappear
The month in which I was born