Best Placesautumn Poems
The woods are alive, with colors of autumn
The trees give off, their special fall, brilliant glow
Trees repeatedly spaced, in place like columns
In between rows poplar, maple, dogwood grow
Colors of red, yellow, auroras of autumn
Strategically seen between the columns
Pulchritude that's visible to eye same as beau
Sees, refinement of lady dressed, aglow
Elegantly dressed for ball allure she knows
The artistry draws one and all look up go
Up to the mountain top where this view best though
Where auroras of autumn are rich aglow
The freezing glass shivered as the clock handle stroke,
snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
As the pages opened, from spring it started
and flipped through summer, autumn then came winter’s heart.
She remembered the bright sunflowers of spring,
glowing Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
The blazing sun of summer upon the clock
turned over the pages, shining Big Ben brought you in shock.
Autumn came and the yellow leaves fall.
Family gathered, cuddled and brawled
till finally when the leaves were gone and winter arrived.
Snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
Left alone in this cold, lonely library
she felt her heart trembles as she recalled the memories.
Seasons passed, not a year and everything is gone,
through the windows, Big Ben on breaking dawn.
Looking out across the valley
brings pleasant memories
of times I stood here drawing
the water, sky and trees.
I've watched the seasons as they change
from wintertime through the fall,
embracing the challenge each one presents
as I've drawn here at the wall.
The springtime with each bud so new
and the summer in it's strength of green,
the autumn with each changing leaf,
there's just so much to be seen.
But I realize that as I've been creative,
my efforts are imitations at best
of the work of One who has created
a Masterpiece far above the rest.
Douglas L. Ace