Autumn

The Summers heat now fading at last, Autumn is coming, leaves falling fast. Soon the lanes will turn to rivers of red, After all the trees their leaves have shed. Time for those early morning romantic walks, Holding hands, kicking leaves, secret love talks. The still of the night, naked trees in moonlight, Crunching through dead leaves is sheer delight. The seasons each bring their natural glow. But Autumn is my favorite,the one I love so. The colourful splendor, there for all to see, Red, golden yellow,brown,all entrance me. I miss the Autumn, living here in the Med, So I conjure it up, every year, in my head. © Dave Timperley 28 September 2016

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Talin Kalishian

Date: 9/28/2016 2:00:00 PM

how beautiful thy sight let seasons come alive .. thank you soo much i loved reading it :))

Caycay Jennings

Date: 9/28/2016 1:21:00 PM

Your poem was delightful, almost as crisp as the leaves of your imagery. Listen, if you mean the Mediterranean is your home, let's trade places! I'm on the east coast of America where there are even mountains close, painted by autumn and especially beautiful in mid-to-late October. You enjoy that and I'll suffer in the Mediterranean just so you'll have a joyous Autumn! Sound good? Pretty poem, Dave ... CayCay

Dave Timperley
Date: 9/28/2016 1:28:00 PM

Let me consider your deal for a moment....No. I miss the English Autumn, there is an autumn here in Cyprus but not as dramatic as driving over the moors seeing the changing shades of the seasons. Thanks for your comment and offer CayCay! God Bless. D.