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The River in Autumn

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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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.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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