I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
Let’s walk through flowery meadows,
while we can enjoy the warmth of the sun.
Let’s see nature at play -
while everything about us blossoms and grows.
Let’s look at the lovely butterflies
and the fat honeybees.
Suckling at the meadow flowers
and feel the warm breezes.
Nature is such a simple thing,
it has no restrictions.
It knows when to change
and offers its own beauty.
Soon you and I,
will be walking these meadows
and they will be different,
there’ll be a fall color to them.
Then we’ll look up at the sky,
where birds will be flying up high.
We’ll hear the honks of geese,
as they wing their way to the south.
The meadow will still be a meadow,
but now it will offer us,
colorful leaves blown from the trees
and cold winds will whirl about us.
Then we can go into the forest,
to take a look at what nature has provided.
There’ll be mushrooms growing,
underneath tall pine trees.
It will all come with no surprise,
there is a kind of magic,
in the nature surrounding us
and it quickly changes the scheme of things.
We’ll return to the meadow,
when it rests in winter’s frozen splendor
and there we will wander,
dreaming of when spring will come again.
© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 14, 2016:
Glad you enjoyed this Shauna. All the leaves have now blown from the trees and the first snowfall is melting away for now.
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on November 10, 2016:
I've enjoyed this walk in the meadow, Rasma. I can hear the leaves crunching under my feet as I watch the birds soar through the sunlit trees.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 01, 2016:
Thank you Patricia. Blessings to you.
Fall is most colorful and most imspirational FlourishAnyway
Thank you MizBejabbers. My autumn is in Riga, Latvia and tomorrow they are already promising snow.
Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on October 24, 2016:
Very nice poem. with great visuals, especially the fat honeybees. Fall has never been my favorite time of year because I knew that Ole Man Winter wasn't far behind, but this summer was so hot that I'm looking forward to the falling leaves and brisk air. Where is it, by the way? It's still in the 80s here in the South.
FlourishAnyway from USA on October 24, 2016:
This was very serene. Fall is my favorite time of year. Or is it Spring?
Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on October 24, 2016:
Lovely....and so a favorite season.....we have had a ghastly hot summer so the cool mornings we are just experiencing are divine.....
Angels are once again on the way to you ps.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 24, 2016:
You welcome Chris.
Thank you Manatita. The picture is of the changing fall colors in our area.
Thank you Jodah.
Thank you Whonu.
That is the problem Bill - first we can delight in colorful autumn and then we have to get through the ice and snow of winter.
You welcome Randi.
You welcome William.
You welcome Ruby.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on October 23, 2016:
Your poetry somehow makes winter somewhat friendlier and not dreaded so much. Thank you for that..
William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on October 23, 2016:
Beautiful piece, Rasma. You just described Pennsylvania this time of year. But the season is so short. We're already feeling the cold and damp of winter beginning to set in. thanks for your wonderful poem.
Randi Benlulu from Mesa, AZ on October 23, 2016:
Lovely words for a Sunday morning! Now I really want to get out and enjoy this beautiful day! Thank you!
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on October 23, 2016:
I'm already wishing and dreaming of spring. I sense a long, cold winter a'comin', and I'm not happy about it. :)
whonunuwho from United States on October 22, 2016:
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful work my friend. Well done and truly representative of the season. whonu
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 22, 2016:
Another delightful poem by you, Rasma. I love nature in all its glory and your descriptions were perfect. John Denver was just icing on the cake. Well done.
manatita44 from london on October 22, 2016:
A very beautiful Soul, John Denver; a great voice and a sublime song. Before I forget, your man Bob Dylon got the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature, I believe, not so long after you gave him credit. Awesome!
I hear that he does not seem too chuffed and that the Committee are having a hard time reaching him. Funny.
A great poem and seasonal in colours. Just today I was asking myself why only overhanging vines and certain types of trees look so beautiful; so magenta-rosy. I saw some really stunning vines here in London and also near the river in Heidleberg. Inspirational! I actually still have that poem I wrote there yet to Publish.
Pretty picture, 'sunny' and 'smiling' poetry. (my creations) lol. Much Love, Rasma.
Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on October 22, 2016:
Autumn is my favorite time of year for all the reasons you have mentioned. Thanks for reminding me to look up and around.