Phyllis Babcock Poet Free verse

Seasonal Change

The season is changing
the warm days of summer
are slipping into fall
leaves are beginning to change
from green to golden hues
the fields once again cleared
as harvest comes to an end
the days become shorter
the nights colder
flocks gather in fields
preparing for long flight 
to warmer pastures
as fall slowly creeps in.

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Perry Campanella September 8, 2023 at 8:44 PM Hello, Phyllis Babcock - I love this imagery your words paint - a true artist at work - I do not miss those seasons in the north - Florida's palm trees stay their same way - unless a coconut hits you on the head - then you would see colors of a different sort - SMILE - Good Luck & stay safe too! Phyllis Babcock September 11, 2023 at 11:55 AM Thank you for your comment Perry. The seasons are pretty but as you age winter becomes not so much of a favourite anymore. love phyl

Arastu Goyal September 7, 2023 at 2:33 AM This is a very beautiful poem, Phyl. I loved reading this. This has wonderful imagery. Clever write Phyllis Babcock September 7, 2023 at 12:08 PM Thanks for your comment on my fall poem. I sure hate the thought of winter which is around the corner. love phyl

Jack Horne September 4, 2023 at 3:40 AM You've painted a lovely picture here, my friend. So sorry to hear about your fall - hope your arm is much better now. Mum's very chesty but about the same, otherwise. Phyllis Babcock September 7, 2023 at 12:06 PM Thanks Jack. Have a great week. Sent an email. love phyl

Richard Lamoureux August 30, 2023 at 10:53 AM It is a pretty time of year. I prefer spring and summer. I enjoyed your poem. Phyllis Babcock August 30, 2023 at 11:35 AM Thank Richard. I prefer the warmer weather to winter too. Have a great day. love phyl

Silent One August 27, 2023 at 3:09 AM Yes, you can slowly start to notice the change, as we move through the seasons and you describe it so well.. fall will be here before we know it... loved reading your poem. Phyllis Babcock August 30, 2023 at 11:28 AM Yes I do not look forward to the cold winters anymore. Love when you can go outside and not have to wear a jacket. Have a great day. love phyl

Ink Empress August 26, 2023 at 4:58 AM You’ve described fleeting time and changing seasons in such a creative manner: i absolutely love the imagery here: impeccable write Phyllis Babcock August 30, 2023 at 11:29 AM Thanks for your comment on changing weather. Have a great day. love phyl

Anne-Lise Andresen August 20, 2023 at 10:40 AM - I can't brag about the summer in Norway as you know it has been rainy ... August is the last summer month ... enjoying every glimpse of the sun between the clouds ... a wonderful poem, dear Phyllis :) - hugs Phyllis Babcock August 25, 2023 at 10:57 AM It was a beautiful summer and lots of sun but cannot say I am ready for the cooler weather to come in. Have a wonderful day. love phyl