Summer is sadly on the wane,
As, cool autumn creeps on stage.
The nights begin to impart a chill,
And strong winds go on the rampage.
Darkness sneaks in on us early,
As our evenings invite twilight,
Then we wake up to a greyish dawn,
Following a long and obscure night.
The dying season, is slowly turning,
The leaves to bright copper tones,
Each swooping down, to cover,
The heavily, moss clad, flagstones.
Thus preparing us all for winter,
Putting the whole earth to sleep,
Until our next spring awakens,
And new shoots begin to peep.
These four seasons give us pleasure,
In their own individual way,
The joy of each one's beginning,
The sad ending of each one's display.
Poetess E.>>>Nature is so Natural for you, young lady! A most beautiful piece of work to prefce the first day of autumn, & the Generous, Compassionate (AM I PUTTING IT ON THICK ENOUGH?) Poet that you are, you have not ignored the lost & lonely other 3 Seasons.....A Fine Penning, indeed and as always, ma' lady! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
Fine descriptive quality again, you have really captured the moment. Top marks, Andrew x
I can see all Ernestine, very nice, I can smell the leaves, good write Davexxx
Each season has its own distinct identity and its own beauty......I must admit we are entering my favourite one right now. The mists, the smell of the rotting leaves, oh how wonderful. Just like your poem, Ernestine. Love, Fran xx
Perfect meditation on the nature of the seasons, the welcome and sad aspects of change. You say something fresh on the subject every time! Esther P.S. Just noticed your photo in your bio - pretty lady that you are! : ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poems about nature, they are so moving and on reading I feel as if I have just been treated to something special Love duncan XXX