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We enjoyed our walk below the autumn skies
Golden browns bloomed and graced our eyes
Hand in hand, through woods and fields
Marvelling at nature, and in what she yields
Darkness loomed on this late September afternoon
Clouds above massed, in impending monsoon
Slowly the rains fell from the skies
As the clouds opened in plentiful supply
I turned to my girl and she was on her knees
Her summer white dress in see through please
These autumn rains showed a lovely change in her
As she looked to the skies in delightful purr
Her wetted face had a glint in her eyes
As i kneeled before her, and her purr like cries
Our faces met, and our lips greet
In continual excite, repeat repeat
Sodden we are under this cascade of wet
This is one afternoon i will never forget
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I felt a tinge of frost on my cheeks today.
That indicates that fall is just a few days away!
Ah, autumn! 'Tis my favorite season of the year,
When upon my lawn a carpet of gold will soon appear!
I heard the plaintive cry of geese as I awoke this morn.
They were winging southward to begin their annual bourne.
Frisky squirrels were secreting their winter's fare about my lawn.
Old Sol arose a tad later to display a glorious autumn dawn!
The apples on my trees are tinted by the Master Artist's brush,
Some with hues of green and gold - others with a crimson blush.
The roses struggle to retain their fading blooms for a few more days,
But the chrysanthemums in colorful array are still very much ablaze!
Aspens on the mountainsides are assuming their brilliant cloaks of gold.
Anon, snow will garnish old Pikes Peak - 'tis a grand sight to behold!
Colorado spruce 'neath where antelope now gambol and browse,
Will soon have garlands of sugary snow adorning their spreading boughs!
A brilliant harvest moon shines over all casting its mellow light.
An owl perching in a tree is silhouetted against the moon at night!
Ah, glorious autumn! It has been my favorite season since my youth.
More so since I'm in the autumn of life and grow older in the tooth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The Autumn fairy
To my garden she came
Bringing colours and sorrow
As winter gains
Her role in life
Is to console the plants
To ensure their tomorrow
She willingly grants
Trees so massive
As they bow to her words
For the truth she speaks
Never a season absurd
Perennial plants
Continue the hope
And the evergreens
In winters soak
For come the spring
Previous whispers she said
As you look all around
Sights that will turn your head
So come the next fall
When the leaves drift down
Look for the Autumn fairy
Wearing her Autumn gown
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I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
Leaves flew
In sporadic directions
Tree's cried
Like hurtful infection
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
Staring, watching
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose
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Darkened skies
That cloaks the night, slowly fade away
And the melodic songs of birds, are heard
Heralding a bright new day
As the earth begins to feel the warmth
Of a sultry, soft sun’s heat
Morning mists envelop the ground
Like a pure white silken sheet
From beneath the shroud, rustling is heard
As small creatures leave their lairs
Scurrying around, on their hunt for food
That will be their winter fayre
Berries, nuts and soft ripe fruit
Abundant on bushes and trees
Will be harvested and stored away
To sustain through winter’s freeze
Dawn’s crisp frost begins to melt
And a tapestry of colour is seen
Of lustrous reds, orange, yellows and gold
As nature changes from summer’s green
There’s a nip in the air,
A chill in the breeze, rustling through the trees
Creating a kaleidoscope snowstorm
Of gently falling leaves
Treading majestically through the leaves
Is a magnificent, male, red deer
His melancholy, soulful, mating call
Tells that rutting time is here
It echoes to the river, where a hint of a splash
Forms rings, as the salmon rise
And from their homes in the bank, sand martins dart
To feast on insects and flies
While across in the meadow, profuse with blooms
Rabbits and field mice run free
As butterflies dance from flower to flower
To the drone of bumble bees
And in a patchwork landscape of fertile fields
Both sheep and cattle laze
Sleepy, from having eaten their fill
Of the lush, fecund, grass they graze
As I take a stroll through these idyllic scenes
It leaves me breathless, with no words to say
On how anything can ever, be compared
To the beauty of an autumn day.
Amidst a forest of green
Alone a stone cottage stands
In a setting so serene
Surrounded by natures grand
Majestic pillars grow skywards
Firs, elms and oaks
Amidst this forest of green
The beauty of it soaks
The seasons control its carpets
Amidst this forest of green
In winter with coverings of snow
Springing buds claim the scene
The plants explode into life
Allowing summers colours to show
Amidst this forest of green
Petals in rainbow flow
The mourning of autumn follows
Golden browns show what was once serene
The cycle of natures seasons flow
Amidst this forest of green
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tick-tock tick-tock
times edges the Seasons around
tick-tock tick-tock
outdoors ,Summer sounds
tick-tock tick-tock
times edges the months around
tick-tock tick-tock
the Autumn harvest abounds
tick-tock tick-tock
times edges the weeks around
tick-tock tick-tock
Winter freezes the ground
tick-tock tick-tock
times edges the days around
tick-tock tick-tock
then Spring renewal is found
tick-tock tick-tock
times edges the years along
tick-tock tick-tock
what will be our song
tick-tock tick-tock
times edges all,towards another place
tick-tock tick-tock
life eternal,comes only by grace
tick-tock tick-tock
My Kentucky in Fall
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting me despite the warning that drought
would hold them back this year.
Glowing yellows, warm reds and burning orange leaves are clinging
to the heavy branches, limbs swaying in the autumn breeze.
Fallen leaves dance to the music of the currents,
poison ivy vines wrap the stately maple in crimson.
Damp snapping turtles sun themselves on a rock in the creek,
while further up a blue heron is standing silently, watching the
slow flowing water, until he is ready to strike.
Our majestic Ohio river reflects the cloudless, azure sky
while bordered by densely covered cliffs that are
decked in their autumn finest.
Profusely blooming red cardinal vines cling to the rocky ledges
are kissed by happily buzzing bees and bouncing butterflies.
Pumpkins, ghosts and witches decorate porches and front doors,
gray barns are brimming with hay, tobacco and corn,
contently harboring their bounty.
Acorns, black walnuts and hickory nuts are plentiful, yet squirrels
do not seem in a hurry to bring in their winter supply.
Smiling, waving hikers are climbing the autumn scented hills
to Tioga Falls, and Virginia Creeper vines show pleasing colors
along the old Rail Road Bridge.
On the side of the road the lush cedars have developed
their silver-blue berries,
and wild rose bushes are displaying their red rose hips.
Autumn has come to my Kentucky.
Multi coloured leaves
bleed themselves into the autumn days-
if it is the dog days of summer it must be the stark days of autumn
one of my favorite times
the going back to school
the hustle in the malls by moms and kids to buy designer clothes for school
they wanna be hip
wanna be cool
wanna fit in but be themselves
juxtaposition of youth-
Autumn breezes nip across the leaves
scattered amongst the trees
I,
loving the crunch crunch crunch as
I walk over them,
have memories of jumping into piles of leaves
as visions of Halloween
and all it's trappings dance in my head...
Autumn
such a lovely time.
In the country of the clans
Scenery abounds
Around our cities of old
And our villages and towns
Rugged and rustic
Greens, grays and browns
Adorn our countryside
They are natures gowns
Plants come alive
At the start of spring
New buds appear
Awaiting joys do they bring
In the summer sunshine
They burst into life
Colours so delightful
Radiant and rife
The autumn closes
No longer the colours parade
They are like scenes in a play
Their fading blooms, are summers last serenade
As the temperature falls
And the winter months settle in
We also enjoy it's beauty
Until the spring, springs again
In the country of the clans
In our mountains and glens
Natures seasons delight
Amen