Whisper of Autumn

Burnt orange, mahogany and deep yellow Merging with emerald greens of pine trees Coloring the ridges, mountains so mellow They whisper inspiration into the breeze They’re called the blue ridge mountains During autumn, they go through transformation Changing from their typical colors astounding Into a vivid array of sunlight painted creation As the scenery changes, the air turns chilly It seems everything is adjusting to the season All the chrysanthemums replace the bright lily While the birds fly south with a good reason The garden leaves start to dry into dead browns I start to put away all my canning utensils and ladles The vegetables have been prepared and died down While the canned food resides on shelves and tables The green grass that we’ve mown all last summer Changes to a darker covering of dying, fallen leaves Crunching beneath every footfall of the newcomer As the past June, July and August do tend to grieve Autumn answers the prayer for those who do love To feel the nippy chill of a bright season in the air It breathes a request to the Lord up above For hope, faith and love that will always care September 12, 2019 Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke