Weapons of Autumn

I laid in bed one night. An image came to my head. I had to put it into words

The Weapons of Autumn

 

I’m thinking about New England sunsets

Glowing over Ivy covered

Red brick buildings

And tunnels formed by trees

Hovering over cobblestone throughways

 

Orange and red leaves form

A natural quilt over

Dry, browning grass

Awaiting expiration

 

This is what takes place

In the Celestial Bio dome called

Seasons

 

This is the Season I referrer to as

Natures wake

The changing from the summer dress

Into winters pre cardigan garb

 

Cool breezes keep me vigilant

The night has grown a few hours

My dialogue turn into a frothy mist

Which flows from my chapped sore lips

As I tell stories of summer time folly

 

The moon and I make eye contact

We both share a secret

He tries to read my mind

I let

Him

Reviews

[DreyaArt]

interesting

[Raven Starhawk]

Well described gems sparkle beneath the radiant ray of your skills. This has much to offer this reader and I loved it.

[PerlySunflower]

And now Im see the picture and thinking on New England sunsets.
What a picture you have painted with your words.
Awesome

[Writingfox]

I adore this. You did a great job portraying Fall. I love the quilt metaphor.

[Sabrina Louise]

Gorgeous :) It's a hard one to capture and portray, but you did a mighty fine job on this. I love autumn, everything just seems so fleeting, that's what makes it so lovely. You managed to capture the perfectness of these fleeting images. Beautiful.

[InkSlinger]

Oh this is classic.. being from New England.. I have seen these things, lived them.. and loved them.. your vision, your words capture the scene perfectly.. thank you!!

[paradise]

I liked this

[J. J. Nightingale]

A good description of the change of season .. "The night has grown a few hours" .. cool line ! ..

I like .. Jasmine

[Shy Girl]

Love how you had a thought and ran with it. This was a very calmly spoken piece. Makes us all want to treasure Autumn. I know I love it. You captured, almost the exact timing of the changing. When your breath becomes like smoke, and when the chill in the night air begins. Wonderfully written. :)

[rwar ish me]

well written
good imagry
Lovely
~Amai