Autumn August Poems

He calls this August
In the morning between trees and metal,
The ground is shaking as he laughs,
He is almost there upon the orange trees over my...

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Fall’s changing colors are enchanting to see,
orange and crimson adorn each tree.
And as songbirds flee the scene,
Autumn reigns as Queen,
over all
green
in the Fall.
And life seems...

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Wandering

Over time I lay awake
Wondering the purpose of it all
The struggle to survive 
And the reason to go on
Why we are born
And why our choice...

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There are moments we wished had never ended
Memories that could linger on
Bring back those days when my heart was egulfed in so much laughter
The craziness...

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The jingles of yesterday
In the memories of hilarious laughter
Like the calmness of ranching orchads
Peace we found at last
Joy encroached lying still
Repeat this generosity 
While enclosed...

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In Autumn's mournful grasp, the tree does weep,
Its leaves, once vibrant, are now in slumber deep.
Each tear, a drop of amber sorrow shed,
A tapestry of...

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Seasons for apples, apples alone,
Red, green, yellow, colours, shades and tone
amongst fallen leaves with traits their own,
musty smell of autumn so well known!

She picked each...

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The gilding of the canopies
calls upon Autumn's Midas touch.
Whereas amber and ruby leaves
are inlaid with gold filigree.

Jack Frost's icy kiss enhances
the gilding of the canopies.
And...

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Fall 
Whether 
broken— there
our veins are joint;
by leaves that saturate the ground with new

beauty that I walk through cracking myself
on gems, but soft—
Whether the
weather
breaks....

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Your colour, Green
You are a Belter
Sunny side up 
A helter-skelter 
Of emotions

My soul recharged
From brighter skies 
Bubble of joy
From the prickly lies
Of the world

Our hearts...

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August whispers its gentle goodbye
Painting the moments in fragile sighs
Escaping summer with its blue sky

Listening to winds as they chastise
Blurring all hopes, all dreams and...

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A subtle thing
No horns or drums
It’s hot as hell
When September comes
There’s nothing to see
No colorful foliage
But the kids down the street
Are heading for college
It’s the...

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Still bearing the heat
Of summer's final ember,
At my shaded window seat
... Waiting on September 

No sign as of yet ...
The leaves, pretty green,
Where embers had...

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Gentle light flows through the pines,
Inviting the oaks, the laurels, to sigh,
Echoing soft breath, smoke rising –
Mist in the sky, a moment of silence
Breaks the...

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Autumn whispers
In the heat of late August
Tickling the corn stalks
Ruffling the fledgling’s feathers
Teasing the bear’s appetite
Caressing the coming harvest
Blowing a kiss to summer...

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