(For @GenniferwithaG)
this
is a season
of frivolity
of sand
sun swelter
and short skirts
and though
i do find much
to love
in summer
i prefer
autumn
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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteAh, Autumn...season of moody poets and atmosphere.I seem to come alive in Autumn.Your poem captures all that and more.Terrific!
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