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Autumn
by Audrey M Scott
Tick, tick, tick,
the clock of season ushers her in,
with attractive autumn charm she
quietly makes her entrance.
Her smile mellowing sunlight
to soft golden.
On her gentle breath leaves float
to the ground where they
rustle-rustle or spin in the breeze,
dampness quickly claims them.
Graced in her coolness, ground surface
moistens with morning dew,
new grass carpet germinates.
All things decorated in dewdrops
appear crystal in early morning light;
spider's cobwebs droop like jewelled
necklaces and broken chandeliers.
Bulbs awakened by her kiss,
sprout leaves.
Deciduous trees stand in naked glory,
while moss appears on moist surfaces.
Nipped by night's chill, old bones
delight in warmth from log fires
and cuddly blankets,
a pleasure after hot nights of Summer.
Around the countryside a familiar sound
is heard as new season's lambs drop,
their chorused bleating blending
with their mother's reassuring bleat.
In gentle warmth of day new
mushrooms push up from warm damp
earth to mature and open, spreading
their spawn for next year.
The wind chillsÂ….
the clock continues to tick, tick, tick.
All too soon its time;
she bows down to
the harsher face of Winter as he pushes
his way in with heavy breath,
eyes flashing and guttural growls.
Autumn quickly recedes, leaving only
the memory of her tingling kiss.
3/2000
01/15/2002 Posted on 01/15/2002
Copyright © 2025 Audrey M Scott
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 11/21/02 at 09:09 AM i immediately conjured up the arrival of a fairy princess descending a very gracious stairway when i began reading this and so enjoyed each of the highlights of autumn ...... 'chorused bleating blending with their mother's reassuring bleat' .......beautiful |
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