There’s a slight nip felt in the air,
And a feeling that one’s aware
Of a change now, in the seasons,
For there’s certainly many reasons.
There’s a diffusion of leaves around,
Twigs too, tumbling to the ground,
As the winds swirl, dance and tease,
Among the branches of the trees.
There’s a sharpness lingering about,
And now no one can be in doubt,
That Mr Frost is on his way,
With his sparkling white display.
There’s a sense of climatical decay,
Seen on boughs that one can survey,
Autumn’s entering upon our scene,
Giving contrast to all that's green.
There’s a golden time ahead,
Ranging from yellow and orange to red,
And the glowing warm russet shades,
Weave such rich and subtle brocades.
There’s a crispness beneath the feet,
And so summer makes its sad retreat,
Handing its plush vast arena, over to
The next incumbent, with a task to do.
© Ernestine Northover
A lovely flow and rhythm to this piece Ernestine. Great write. Andrew
wow! i salute you, this is greatly penned by a great poet! a very nice presentation indeed! there's grandeur in every line..Top marks from me, as usual, i really love your works, Ern..wish i can be just a fourth of your talent.. hugs, Meggie
'Climatical Decay' is a new way to look at the seasons, Ernestine. This poems makes me want to walk along those color-laden boughs with the crispness beneath my feet. What a delight! Raynette
Radiance grandeur, young lass! This is a poetic paradigm of how a skilled Poet can virtually tap all 5 senses of the Reader with the right employment of imagery. Excellent work, Poetess E. FjcR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ernestine Northover I like your poem well done