Autumn Harvest

Golden leaves transcend autumns harvest, contrasted by Blazoned reds burnt offerings of summers final sacrifice to The changing of the seasons, oh what a palette of magnificence, Is nature set to the rheum of our universe! In the chilling winds of falls grace, does the very breathe of Winter chase, swooping and swaying through the branches Of destiny thus to cometh forward, tenderly the trees do cry Shedding their tears of color airy, brown to tan! Racked piles of gathered teardrops, lain upon the lawns of Evergreen yards, that are capture within the freezing breath Of seasonal appease, for soon nature shall rest at ease, in A blissful sleep, until awoken by springs warming whispering! Rainbows harvest of autumn is this Kalightoscope of coloring, A showering cascade descending in sheer brilliance reflecting In the bitter sunshine of falls rebirthing, and the simple poet stands Completely at awe, beneath these limbs of natural beauty, Left alone to ponder the wonder he’s beholding! Crushing footsteps smash against the idle puddle, containing A single leaf trees sacrifice, the forget-me-knots remembrance Of the summer gone past, and the winters fiery hearth of promise To come, what a blazing embers of shadow to contrast, to a dreamer Suddenly awakening from hibernation's spent sleep of illusions, Now walking in a golden light of this autumn shower of the reflected! Clinging do the lovers of this timeless season, bathing within their Gaze lost amongst these trees of beauty, strolling along the lanes of Passions unforgettable moments, photo impressions memorized in The human thoughts album, forever to remain untarnished by age! In the fields the farmer puts his tools of trade to rest at last, Gathering prides harvest unto him one by one smiling, He’ll warm himself by the flames of family and tradition, Until the toiling begins next spring, the man shall sits at ease At the hearth of hard works fire, as the leaves of autumn fall! Let the dreaming poet write, allow the lovers to stroll undisbursed, And the harvester to rest his weary brow at last, for the golden Leaves of autumn are falling, cascading unto the evergreen lawns, Gathered together into the piles of leafy teardrops, of summer Forget-me-knots! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN