Each second leaves fall one by one to ground,
And languidly caress their neighbours one
By one, as if in fond farewell. The sun
Still smiles, but weakly now, as though it’s bound
By Autumn’s spell. Its rays make plumes of steam
Rise gently off the grass, and now and then
A bird’s sweet song bewitches me again.
All else is silent like as in a dream.
I love this time, when all drifts off to sleep.
And nature’s palette fades to softer hue.
The ground now crunches brittle ‘neath my feet
In just the place where once the flowers grew.
But flowers, I admit, I love you too,
I long for Spring to bring you life anew!
©2005 Jon Lloyd
Lovely, Jon. Nice flow and I enjoyed reading. Warmest regards, CJ
What an amazing poem with such vivid imagery and wonderful flow. I love the rhythm in your lines here. Very nice. ~V~
This is an absolutely beautiful poem. I can easily imagine myself being there, as I read your wonderful words. It is quite breathtaking...this poem calms me down and takes me away from reality. Thanks for the comment on my poem as well. -C.Candea
Hey! This is a beautiful one, a pleasure to read. Well done indeed. Love Ernestine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Jon! Great stuff, i like your use of language to describe the transition from summer to autumn.