Unfolding

The leaves are slowly changing To their russets, reds and golds As the temps start dropping lower So that autumn thus unfolds. The porches decked with pumpkins Or with bright and cheery mums Are reminders to acknowledge Crisp and chilly weather comes. My t-shirts have been folded And my arms sport longer sleeves, Their hues quite often matching All the cozy-colored leaves. My very favorite season, With the palette I adore, Often startles with its beauty, Fading while I still want more.

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Robert Johnson

Date: 10/24/2019 8:41:00 PM

I say pack them nicely folded t-shirts and go south till spring. :) lol I, personally am so tired of cold weather. :/ :) But that aside. I love the whole poem, but the last two stanza's were par excellent.

Maurice Rigoler

Date: 10/23/2019 9:36:00 AM

Here autumn is still drab, a windy nor'easter the other evening stripped most leaves leaving only broken branches in its wake. Pumpkins, of course, are everywhere – lawns, frontdoor steps, windows, and probably kitchen tables. BTW, I only found this out recently: Most canned pie pumpkin is really squash and its taste not at all like the real thing. / M

Jan Allison

Date: 10/20/2019 5:19:00 PM

I too adore the autumnal colours - have just been away to the sun for 2 weeks so its a shock to the system to feel the cold again, got to iron my summery clothes and get set for the wintery woolies:-) hugs Jan xx

Rico Leffanta

Date: 10/20/2019 4:54:00 PM

Naught to worry, love, it shall return next year! Aloha! Rico

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/20/2019 4:53:00 PM

Especially love that last couplet: Visions of Ilene Bauer as the soulful, tormented artist, reaching for an Autumn fast slipping out of her grip... Thoroughly enjoyed this lovely write, my friend. :) gw