Autumn's Reverie of Beauty and Decay
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Autumn is my favorite time of year, and this poem, although written in the summer with anticipation of Autumn it is an introspective exploration of the beauty and impermanence of the the season.
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In autumn's graceful waltz of time,
Beauty and decay intertwine.
Where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move, a mesmerizing rhyme.
Leaves unfurl like a painter's dream,
A masterpiece woven in color and light.
Twirling and a pirouette, wind's gentle hymn,
Celebrating life's fleeting, graceful flight.
Raindrops fall in a celestial jeté,
I breathe in the air, crisp and fair.
A whispering wind, secrets it keeps,
A promise of renewal in the cool autumn ballet.
Within decay's soft, relentless caress,
Unseen beauty takes the stage.
Golden leaves crunch underfoot like nature’s applause,
Soft light filters through the trees like a lover's gaze.
Silence of the air soothes my soul like a lullaby.
Autumn, a ballet of graceful transition,
A time for release, a moment to move on.
Yet, it is also a time of hope,
A chance for fresh beginnings, where dancers are drawn.
Harvest's abundance in life's great field,
Fruits of labor, love's sweet trove.
The apple's nectar on my tongue, it yields,
Nature's gift, a dance from heavens above.
Yet as I taste the apple’s sweet yield...
I am transported to autumns past.
To childhood days in the orchard field,
And laughter echoing, fading fast.
The fire's embrace against the chill,
Preparing for winter's timeless phase.
Children's laughter fills with thrill -
The joyous echo of Halloween's displays.
A fire crackles, in life’s burning spin,
New life emerges from the ember's gentle glow.
A symbol of transformation, a dance within,
Life's eternal rhythm, like a river's ebb and flow.
Yet steadfast, unwavering resolve,
A lone leaf clings to its dream.
A dream of green... a dance as life revolves,
Against winter's relentless regime.
Within winter's embrace, where life's seeds lie,
Lies a seed of promise... in silence grown.
I close my eyes, join autumn's endless grace,
In reverie... I find my truest home.
Yet when I awaken -
It was a fleeting dream.
As the scent of autumn lingers in the air...
A testament to time that life's beauty is in…
Its ever-turning stream.
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2023
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