Autumn, The Antique Season Poem by Fred Babbin

As one door closes, one door opens
to another time.
After freedom, after warmth,
after green,

Autumn comes.

With leaves of yellow, orange, red,
that crunch beneath our feet
like dry cornflakes
that we crunch as much we can
to hear the sound of snare drums
as we walk.

With grey geese flying, flying, to some
Eldorado- Magic Kingdom we can see
only in our minds.

With a good year's harvest, bounty of our Mother Earth,
ripened for our using, our existence, and our being.

With grinning Jack o'lanterns, toothed and toothless-,
scary looking symbols of the Demons of October
giving us reminders of our good and evil.

And then follows crystal time of monoshades,
of black and white, when Nature rests,
When Nature rests, we are left
to make our way to warmth, and color
and comfort, the best way that we can,

But nothing is forever, so we'll wait for the
awakening of Spring, and green again.