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Autumn

October 1976

The lush colors of summer have faded, leaving an eerie, unexplainable stillness to settle within me. A stillness eased only by the transition of bold new colors splashed against the shifting October sky. Overnight, the leaves come alive with gold, blushing reds, orange brown, even soft pink. Even as I write this, the autumn wind whispers its message, prying leaves from secure stems and branches. One by one, they fall earthward in graceful flight.

The colors shift yet again to blend with earth, peeling bark and dying grass. Once they have scratched their way across country roads and city sidewalks, they settle to decompose wherever fate has cast them. As it has always been and shall ever be, mother earth claims what she has made. A great sleep befalls the land for several moons, until spring is called to spill forth her bounty. The cycle continues onward without the slightest sigh.

I walk the fields, inhaling the scent of dampened autumn leaves, so humbled with the reminder of the delicate balance between life and death. Autumn has a presence all its own, as does each of the seasons. I keep inside of me all that my senses collect, savoring the spirit of what is now. I see a barren landscape with trees standing tall and naked against an ashen sky. Frosty mornings have already made their presence known. I will miss the sun light, cherishing those brief moments when it peeks out from behind dark clouds.

Autumn is a time for reflection, as well as the planting of new dreams. A time for mittens, hot chocolate, a warm hat and coat, Kleenex, red cheeks, a fireplace glow. Cookies and pumpkins, racking leaves, trick or treat, brisk starry nights, cozy bedding, fresh snow.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Written 36 years ago. Wow, I am doing some serious digging. Some works really are TIMELESS. Enjoy!~

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Poetnumber1
I walk the fields, inhaling the scent of dampened autumn leaves, so humbled with the reminder of the delicate balance between life and death. Autumn has a presence all its own, as does each of the seasons. I keep inside of me all that my senses collect, savoring the spirit of what is now. I see a barren landscape with trees standing tall and naked against an ashen sky. Frosty mornings have already made their presence known. I will miss the sun light, cherishing those brief moments when it peeks out from behind dark clouds.

Vibrant and descriptive Celtic,but i rather not the frosty mornings thoughteddybear hug
CelticPoet12
Greetings POET, my friend. Thank you for stopping and having a read. I always enjoy knowing you're out there. Glad you liked this one. Can't believe how long ago I wrote it. Let's me know that I mean what I say, when I say I enjoy writing about the seasons. This proves I have for a good many years. LOL. I hope you are feeling a little better today. I'm not ready for frosty mornings yet either. Prayers, hugs and blessings to you. Celtic!~hug
CelticPoet12
I thought I would pull prose piece out to share again tis Autumn day. Hope everyone is faring well. Blessed be. Celticwine
fjamesj9701
So then this is a writing for the times and a wonderful piece and wonderful imagery . Glad you dug it up...Jessewine
CelticPoet12
Thanks Jesse for taking the time to read this piece. May autumn bring you a parade of colors, breathtaking sunsets and reflection ending in smiles. Blessed be. Celtic
Poetnumber1
Good morning Celtic, its nice to see you around. Just thought I'd stop by on your poem page and say hi.
CelticPoet12
Hi Poet, GOOD to read from YOU! I have had a lot going on with all the things I do and haven't had much playtime online. Just finished a song a couple of weeks ago and have two individuals who want to do the arrangement for it. The melody came to me out of nowhere. The song has to do with the equinox moon. It was truly amazing, wasn't it? Hope all is well with you and I can see that you have been doing a lot of writing. Glad to see it. Love your work. I have written many pieces myself, but haven't yet posted them. Soon. Hugs and blessings!~ Have an amazing day. Celtic
Ravensgold
This is a beautiful piece Celtic....I can almost smell the scent of those leaves.Great writinghandshake Anthony.
CelticPoet12
Anthony, thank you kindly for your lovely compliement. I am glad you stopped by to have a read. I just posted another piece today titled: Legend, Mist & Magic. I hope you check it out. Thanks again and happy autumn!~ Celticwine
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