I feel the gray rain falling in my mind.
Crying becomes a thousand leaves outlined.
My eyes are mesmerized by red sumac.
A touch of pewter shines against my back.
The autumn smells of apples in my hair.
The smoke of silence strips the light from air.
I taste a lemon memory of cold skies.
Frost writes your name across my closed eyes.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2006
Another excellent poem Sandra, the imagry is fabulous, I agree with Jolanta, very picturesque. Thankyou Sandra--Melvina--
i love this poem, the way you word it. is so real, keep on writing these lovely pieces of poetry.
Sandra, I love this poem! Your imagery is superb. Autumn is my favorite time of the year, , , although we don't really have an autumn in part of the world I live in now, but the memories of the colors and feelings of autumn always stay within my being. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. - Betty
Wonderful Poem, really enjoyed it, , can't wait to read more.
In this blasting Delhi's summer heat of 42 dgrees C, I can still feel Autumn with my mind! Truly it is a state of mind! 10+ -Raj Nandy
Sandra, I suppose Autumn can be a state of mind, leaves fall, tears fall, but in life there is winter warmth, as well as winter cold. I love your writing Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the poem the way I love colorful autumns... It's very picturesque.