Crunching footsteps as we walk
with the aroma of autum in the
air, the sounds of honking geese
gathering off for thier jorney, bring
to mind of the colours that follow
the blanket of pumkins in a field
waiting to be someone's jack o lantern
Crisp air and the gracefully falling leaves
sort of makes our heart filled with much
meloncoly of yet the end of another warm season
that brought forth so many warm and sunny
memories
Now we must prepare for the long white
season that will follow, with all the coldness
turning our windows into a picture wonderland
of etches of ice spread in all directions
Leaving one season to another at times is
like saying goodby to an old and dear friend
one that has kept the sunshine within our hearts'
and alowed us to gracefully say goodby to the
lulibies of the green fields and to pave way to
the hues of its replacement into blankets
of white satin hills garnished with the promice
of yet another rebirth of nature's wonder......
This is a lovely piece of prose Bonnie, I love the descriptions of the passing of one season into another, the 'whie satin hills' is a beautiful phrase. It has a cerain poignancy too as you write of saying goodbye to old friends as the seasons can be. thank you for taking us along with you on this walk into your lovely countryside. God bless from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another poetical gem Bonnie, a wonderful description of the changing seasons. Love, Andrew x