For Autumn I Fall
I rose for the summer, but for autumn I fall
Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
Warm days and cool nights brace for winters call
A season of strange hot and cold bedfellows
Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
A sullen sun retreating early low from high
A season of strange hot and cold bedfellows
A rising moon sweeps daylight with night sky
A sullen sun retreating early low from high
Leaves flutter down as if waving farewell
A rising moon sweeps daylight with night sky
Frost tips blades of grass with a chill not to quell
Leaves flutter down as if waving farewell
Geese and Ganders gathered and gone southbound
Frost tips blades of grass with a chill not to quell
The fallen leaves that crunched no longer make a sound
Geese and Ganders gathered and gone southbound
I wait for midday to soak up the waning heat
The fallen leaves that crunched no longer make a sound
So long warmth of solstice, until next we meet
I wait for midday to soak up the waning heat
Warm days and cool nights brace for winters call
So long warmth of solstice, until next we meet
I rose for the summer, but for autumn I fall
Sept 6, 2022
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2022
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