In Comes Autumn

In the abundance and bounty of our fruited land my thankful heart overflows with gifts given with love In the sight of the harvest moons bright helping hand I feel the root of natures’ essence singing loud from above played from the equinox on strings by the masters’ band In shadows short face, black on hallowed ground earlier comes the presence of these deep ebon nights In spider webs glistening in fields, to see what is found while later to rise is the morning, soft mellow lights so now it is I who am up ‘ere the birds’ chirping sound In the smell of the gardens tilled freshly asunder brilliant yellow marries orange with vows from bold red In bilious clouds holding forth the grand noise of thunder Autumn is ever upon us when leaves give up their dead and by fistfuls swirl gaily, dancing in blithe silly wonder In geese as they honk noisily, heading south over my head I know summer has come to its yearly ancient demise In the icy frost as it covers the land like a delicate bedspread and I hear pumpkins and ghouls send out their eeriest cries Autumn is sewn dramatically in its’ golden laced thread 9-26-2021 Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest 3rd place premium Sponsored by: Emile Pinet