Ode to Autumn

Written by: David Whalen

Ode to Autumn Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound In anxious anticipation of delicate descent to the ground Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight Autumn leaves burning, aromatic auras so sweet Crisp air numbs kid’s noses, toes and their feet Once strutting Tom Turkey, now reclines in the oven Exuding the aroma that everyone’s lovin’ Autumn’s a time of rich renewal Preparing for change, in time so transitional Mother nature shedding summer,s no-longer-chic green and donning more staid, brown traditional Summer, winter and spring are beautiful seasons And in them I find much of delight But Autumn’s the season that I’ve come to love Because everything about Autumn…and Fall… is just right