The sun shone through the window
giving a reality of warmth
as outside people shivered.
The wind lifted hats,
turned umbrellas inside out
as people walked quickly in the rain
wishing they were in doors
in with the warmth again.
This was the entrails of autumn
before winter comes to call.
The season of rain, wind,
and leaves from trees fall,
the season of dying colours
before winter spreads its virgin white
across everything in sight.
The entrails of autumn
before winter comes to call.
5 November 2009
Love the entrails of autumn, both the poem and time of year. The most exciting time of all. Aliens must surely travel here from other weatherless worlds, just to enjoy our Fall season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh i see aliens below lol tis a beautiful time 10