Autumn into Winter
When the glow of sunset gold
Highlights curves of rain-damp roads
When the logs lie split and seasoned
In their loose-stacked rambling rows
When the corn is long cut down
Stalks the shade of palest bone
Then a thinner wind blows in
Surges swift across bare fields
Then leaves that cling release their hold
And drift in shades of flame and gold
Then we wake to window frost
And outside breath is smoky cold
That is the time to boot up and step out
Under the highest and widest blue sky
Before it settles and softens and grays
And falls to pieces around us
That is the time to curl up and close chapters
And open the prologue of seasons to come
I appreciate your comments as always!
Lovely! 😍 The imagery is fantastic! 🍂🍁
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Aw, thank you! Glad you enjoyed.
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makes me cold and ready for spring
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Beautiful alliteration and word choices! Love it!
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😊
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You posted it in November, but it fits this moody early January day perfectly. Thank you.
And Happy New Year, btw.
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Happy New Year to you, Mitch. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
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“To everything there is a season” came to mind..
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