The River in Autumn

Updated on September 29, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

Strolling along country roads,

down by the river,

the sky no longer blue,

little choppy waves,

upon the water,

gulls like white sugar cubes

bobbing upon the water -

as the river rushes along.

On sunny summer days,

lovers would sit along the shore,

together daydreaming,

singing happy songs.

The grass still green,

the trees all bare,

the scrunching of withered leaves,

beneath my feet.

If I look upon the country road,

I can dream some,

imagining how it all looked,

upon on a summer’s day,

when the sky was shining,

like blue sapphires

and the sun was warm.

Colorful flowers all about

and the river like a green ribbon,

with sparkling emeralds -

shining beneath the sun.

Even the gulls seemed to be dancing

and I know as soon as I look up,

what it all will look like now,

like stepping through a magic mirror -

into a world of stark reality.

I slipped my hands into my pockets

and would have been content,

to just go on dreaming,

following that country road,

when something wet hit my cheek.

Gazing upwards I saw,

several snowflakes dancing in the wind

and now I knew -

winter would soon be here.

All the happy lovers,

once hand in hand,

now dancing in the autumn rains,

chasing the snowflakes away,

longing for winter nights

and warm kisses.

It was so very near,

time to put away my summer dreams,

the river soon would sleep,

in frozen splendor,

with shiny reflections,

of the world around,

as a hazy winter sun,

streams through the clouds above

and I’ll be the first one,

to greet the river,

in the springtime -

when it finally breaks free.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 6 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you Peg. I have always gotten shivers from that song whenever the summer passes.

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        Peg Cole 6 months ago from Dallas, Texas

        This one truly captures the essence of changing seasons. I love the line, "The river soon would sleep in frozen splendor." Listening to the music video now.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you Freya. I love the changes of the seasons.

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        Freya Cesare 7 months ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

        You are very good at describing a scenery. I can imagine it well. I wish I can see winter coming too but it's always summer in here.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you Augustine.

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        Augustine A Zavala 7 months ago from Texas

        Such a beautiful poem regarding fall. Outstanding!

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you FlourishAnyway.

        You welcome Terrie.

        Thank you Shaloo.

        Thank you Bill.

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        FlourishAnyway 7 months ago from USA

        Fall is one of my favorite times of year. I enjoyed your description and image.

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        Terrie Lynn 7 months ago from Canada

        Wow, I love this picture and fall. I am going to share my poem about how i see fall. Thank you for sharing.

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        Shaloo Walia 7 months ago from India

        Beautiful imagery!

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        Bill Holland 7 months ago from Olympia, WA

        It has been so mild here, it's hard to believe it is autumn. Soon, though,the changes will begin. Loved your poem, as always.