I stroll the street my thoughts ride the air with every breath
Wind swirls to scrape my cheek reminding me to be vigilant of its looming bite
A young woman clutches hand to chest keeping the chill from becoming too familiar
Trees sway littering the air with their infinite supply of photosynthetic messages as
An inquisitive child gazes skyward in search of blue but can only find its melancholy,
Weeping mist onto blushing leaves
All around ubiquitous creatures scuttle about cheeks full like rucksacks crammed to capacity while
Chimneys marked aroma signal it’s that time of year, aromatherapy for my soul
Ahh, autumn my capricious friend I’ve been expecting you
This piece reminds of walks in the park, and squirrels. Its lovely.
Congratulations- love the play of words...smooth and moving with the season....I love Autun too and enjoying it now in South Africa - Cindy
A very lovely poem as the Autumn of the year is so beautifully colorful. I found this a much enjoyed read and I'm going to read more of your works I found them so lovely.a 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed it. I love autumn, its golden hue and fruity juice. CP