Rustling blades of ruby float on my front lawn,
gazebo flooded with gold and chartreuse leaves-
I sit at my bay window, in awe I fawn,
Autumn's pure beauty comforts and relieves.
So much more than summertime perceives.
For hope is found in Autumn’s crimson tide,
the summer has ended with no time to spare-
Inviting mother nature as our precious guide,
no other season created could compare.
I bow my head and say a grateful prayer.
Saffron skies float over the rising sun,
the east is full of grand medallion lights-
My daughter jumping in the leaves for fun,
then roasting marshmallows on chilly nights.
Autumnal marvel bestows splendid sights.
September 19, 2019
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest
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