Hint of Autumn

Are you chameleons, dearest leaves? Stealing colors of amber, like thieves; Hiding pure gold dusts within, sometimes, Putting on crimson shown like sun-shines...! Birds, dear, from for lands! Don't go away! You're nature's pleasure; kindly do stay! Nightingales, cuckoos, swifts, and cranes, Tell us, time-to-time, your inner pains...! Blackberries, rose-hips and crab apples, Laced with vivacious cocktail samples; Ivies, yet, seem to start flowering, Your scent, like clear cologne, hovering...! Seeds! Fallen like very falls of Christ! Though within womb of earth, iced and sliced; Will resurrect and resuscitate, Ascend toward ethereal state...! I sense you, dear autumn, you tickle, Each vein of heart and mind, you prickle; Falling of leaves makes me unhappy, I know, they'd spring greenish and sappy...! 20 August 2022 Hint of Autumn Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh