The Poet’s Corner: Autumn Gold

Autumn Gold

Walk down by the riverside

In the rain. Watch the tide

Of current sweeping leaves away

Under skies of frigid gray.

 

The leaves drop down

One by one. They make no sound

As they drop upon the river.

Close your eyes. Freeze and shiver.

 

I stand here in that bone-ache cold.

Please, drown my soul in autumn gold.

Gold washed off the trees by rain

Runs in slurries, leaving stains.

 

A stream of leaves upon the ground.

Wet and crushed and beaten down.

Colors dulled by muddy feet.

Still, leaves fall in rainbow sleet.

 

Shut your eyes. Look away.

The leaves are falling everyday.

Who cares enough to watch them now?

They will always be around.

 

Crush them all beneath your shoes.

Stare at phones. Be amused.

Nature is a worthless bore.

You’ve seen it many times before.

 

Colors blossom on the trees,

But pumpkin spice is all we need.

Seasons pass us all the same,

Measured by our loss and gain.

 

Will someone market me the trees?

Will someone sell us times like these?

Are these times of silent thought

Another thing that can be bought?

 

Distract me now with something new.

Freeze me till my lips turn blue.

Ice my heart and chill my soul.

Turn my eyes from autumn gold.

 

Bow my head. Break my back.

Help me to forget what I lack.

I used to look up at the sky,

But now I watch the ground go by.

 

I tread the leaves into the ground.

The leaves are falling all around.

How long until we will start

To open up our eyes and heart?

 

I hear your voice among the trees.

I hear you call. I whisper, “Please,

Oh, please drown my soul in autumn gold.

I long to see your world unfold.”


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30 Day Drawing Challenge: Day 24

Day 24: Draw your favorite season.

Can you guess what my favorite season is??? Yeah, its fall. I love the early days of fall, when its crisp, but not too cold, and all the trees are bursting with color. Summer’s too hot, winter’s too bleak, spring’s too wet. But fall is just right (from my perspective, anyway.) I even wrote a poem about it. Anyway, today’s drawing was done with an inking marker, inking pens, and colored with Prismacolor pencil crayons.

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*Nota Bene* that shapeless thing on the tree limb is a cat. You can’t really see his eyes… 😦

See you all tomorrow for Day 25!

The Poet’s Corner: Autumn

I keep telling myself to write something other than Wednesday with Words posts on here. I’ve always wanted to write a poem about Autumn, because it is my favorite season. Here my attempt for your consideration:

 

Lady Autumn

Young Lady Spring has grown tall.

Summer’s fruit is ripening.

Soon she shall blossom into Fall

The season of cold reckoning.

 

Wheat and corn, rising high,

‘till men cut down the golden wall.

Trees reach up to touch the sky

Soon dying leaves will gently fall.

 

Colors burn before they die,

And drift in banks across the ground.

Like fires shining in the night,

One by one they put them out.

 

Lady Autumn wears her cloak

Of colors, red and orange and gold.

She walks the fields, sowing Hope,

For Spring shall rise when Winter’s old.

 

Seasons cycle, years go by,

Ever old and ever new.

The leaves, still in their banks they lie,

Forgotten, wet by morning dew.

 

When Lady Spring has grown tall,

And Summer’s Sun is brightening,

Clear the way for lovely Fall,

And brilliant colors ripening.