As autumn leaves,
Shadows fall
On a shivery eve,
While mind recalls
Obscuring shades,
I’m made to feel
While vista fades,
A summer’s peal
Nature betrays,
Once sun filled days…
Thus autumn leaves
My soul behind,
A summer hostage
Of plead declined
To keep alive
Fair weather skies,
And butterflies …
Soon winter’s blast
Will cast a haze,
To chase the last
Of autumn days,
And scattered leaves
When Frost said Jack,
Will come awake
In a world near grey,
To soon blustery wakes…
Tho I’d turn back
Fall season’s clock,
Nature chose cold
As its mortal mock,
To oblige Thanatos
Who will now wrest,
Fall season’s soul
As autumn leaves,
To soon make way
For a winter’s hold!
You have a gentle way of using words to transition between seasons. I especially appreciated how your remind us that we are intertwined within the ever-changing weather. Autumn leaves, “My soul behind…” And then “tho I’d turn back…”. Profound and invigorating…
Thank you, Rebecca. Though somewhat long, this poem remains one of my favourites. Maybe because I was born in September, the Fall season. It is however difficult to write about four seasons, in just three or four lines. One day I may try to do so.
Poetry on a canapé 
Beautiful poignant. Reminds me of Splender in the Grass.
Thank you Paulette ! What a compliment from a wonderful memory of 1961, when you and I and Warren Beatty were young, with life seemingly easier…
You have a gentle way of using words to transition between seasons. I especially appreciated how your remind us that we are intertwined within the ever-changing weather. Autumn leaves, “My soul behind…” And then “tho I’d turn back…”. Profound and invigorating…
Thank you, Rebecca. Though somewhat long, this poem remains one of my favourites. Maybe because I was born in September, the Fall season. It is however difficult to write about four seasons, in just three or four lines. One day I may try to do so.