Glorious Autumn
How crisp is the chill of Autumn's wind
that brings a blush of rouge to my cheeks.
It blows through branches dressed in leaves
of chromatic colors, crimson, orange and gold.
Hues that appear in the fall, vibrant and bold.
Beneath a forest of maples is a woodland carpet
and all that remains are empty nests from spring.
But nearby I hear the drumming of a woodpecker.
Clouds are swiftly drifting by as if in a hurry,
and squirrels are gathering acorns. How they scurry!
Faintly, I smell the sweet scent of oak boughs burning.
Smoke from a chimney wreathes its way to the sky.
I'm only able to catch a glimpse of the log cabin,
but I envy who lives there, enjoying nature's charm.
There are pumpkins to be harvested on their farm.
I smile at a pair of swans as they glide on the pond,
swimming together without a care in the world.
Mated for life... how I admire such avian fidelity.
Nature has lovely scenery in each season of the year,
but none as glorious as Autumn's colorful sphere.
Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper ~ December 23, 2022
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