Poetry that comes from the writer's heart of things she has seen or come to know about, sharing what that heart has learned.
Fall - Most Colorful Season of All
Autumn brings the magic before the holiday seasons.
Those fall colors are so bold, brilliant and beautiful. The falling leaves fill us with nostalgia. Everyone who possibly can really should get out and enjoy the sound, the smell and the beauty that only this season can bring. Watch the leaves play tag and race on the roadways and the forest floors. It really is a carnival of sorts of color schemes before our eyes.
What better way also to get fresh air and exercise in the cooler, less humid season?
Hope you enjoy my poem about this, my favorite time of the year!
Winter was so wonderful, the holidays a thrill
building many snowmen, sliding down a hill.
Weren’t we glad though when we saw spring
when life is again renewed in every little thing?
Babbling Brook with Turning Trees
Is it nature why everything living seems to fall in love?
A magic in this season, surely sent from up above.
What is it about rebirth, that gives our heart a lift?
As if each flower that blooms, has been sent to us a gift.
Then so suddenly all is full, this is summer at our door.
Nature heavy laden colors, surrounding us galore.
Summer seems to be forever so why are we so surprised
when autumn falls upon us, turning colors before our eyes?
Even this is so beautiful sending down a gold rainbow,
swirling on a gentle breeze. Oh, where did summer go?
She was so hot while she lasted, we sizzled at her touch
her days so long and lazy, we will miss her so very much
Yet we turn around and she is gone, not even bidding us adieu.
Her memories will last us though, til she is back with us anew.
Autumn now will cool us some as leaves suddenly begin to fall,
chasing across fields and roads, sending swirls up six feet tall!
Brilliant colors leave us in awe and take our breath away.
Wishing this would never end this beauty of decay.
How can these trees in dying give such joy in their wake?
Magnificent beyond explaining, flowing softly down a lake.
This golden beauty now of fall is my favorite I believe
Can I bear then to say goodbye, when Autumn has to leave?
Autumn Leaves - Doris Day
© 2017 Jackie Lynnley