Friday, July 2, 2010

Verse: autumn

(For @GenniferwithaG)

is a season
of frivolity

of sand
sun swelter
and short skirts

and though
i do find much
to love

in summer
i prefer

people say
it is a season
of decay and death

but for me
it is a season
of vibrancy

a season
of bustle
and many returns

return to work
and school
to structured time

to mornings
as crisp as corn flakes
or fresh sheets

to leaves
with lips
of fiery reds

that stretch out
their arms
to fly

and to the harvest
when the earth feeds us
from her soft bosom

before wrapping us
in snow and singing us
to sleep.


  1. I love this so much more than I could have ever imagined. LOVE LOVE LOVE. I'm going to share it and cherish it. You are so talented.

  2. I'm a summer gal, through and through. But it's impossible not to love autumn. I hadn't thought about it before, but I like what you've highlighted about it being a season of returning. It's a very "homey" season, largely for that reason, I think. Great poem.

  3. Ah, Autumn...season of moody poets and atmosphere.I seem to come alive in Autumn.Your poem captures all that and more.Terrific!