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
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