Ode To Autumn
Another half-turn complete
Listen
To the lazy jazzy beat
Dying down.
Trade winds sail
The winter monsoon on its tail
Time to sell those sunshine shares
Time to pass on the rites of summer
To those lovely fellas down under
In the southern hemisphere.
We exchange presents
This time of the year.
And so the artist prepares his paint:
Two parts water, one part yellow, one part orange.
His airy brush sweeps across the terrain
Coating the leaves with shimmering golden rain.
The rattling branches still beneath his soothing hand
A crisp, crinkling choir of leaves sing as they softly land.
He caresses the earth’s sunburnt skin
He kisses my chapped, uplift chin.
He sends the swallows soaring high
Watching as they swoosh by in the clear blue sky
Then multiply.
With a smile he blows
Lets out a mild autumn chill
And catches the last dancing shadows
On the amber field.
Listen
To the winding whistling melody
Part three
Of a year long symphony.
Copyright © Christy Chiang | Year Posted 2008
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