Autumn is the judgement of time,
the lovely hold between
the leaving of summer
and the returning of Winter.
It counts its days
by the leaves that fall,
slowly, smoothly,
to the ground,
and the temperature that lowers
quickly, roughly,
before reaching
the call from the ice statues,
that come back to the foreground
from an eternity in the oblivious background.
The poem is artfully written and lovely. Nice to see you post your own piece. Hope you’ll share more. Really a pleasure to read.
Thanks. Will add some more soon.
Well penned, Alex
Thank you Derrick. That’s lovely to hear.
Nicely done, Alex. Love the poem!
Thanks. Autumn has always been my favourite season.
I like autumn as well!
I like Spring. It does lead you up for a Fall though 😉
Ahahaha! Boom!
Nicely done.
Thanks Jay. Glad you enjoyed it.
Man you’ve got some serious poetry skills.
Thanks Vinnie. That means a lot. Will put up some more soon.
I look forward to it. I’ve been putting some poetry up on my other site.
Well done! What a nice, light and airy poem!
Thanks. That’s exactly what I was going for.