The Death of Another Season

I will miss Autumn

We bid Autumn good bye

with naked trees defiantly

waiting for Wind to 

clothe them in ice, snow.

Their once bright leaves now cracked

lie brown as they return to the Earth.

The Shadows of winter whisper in the wind

of chilling sleep and white

powder blankets to fall

from the sky.

Chuckling, the numbing breezes

are sucked into our lungs

releasing cold ghosts

giving our heat; to no avail.

The Sun has once more grown tired

and rests in other parts of the world

biding time and giving us to the night

for now.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Chuckling, the numbing breezes
are sucked into our lungs
releasing cold ghosts
giving our heat; to no avail.
thought that stanza was especially strong

[Frieda P]

I will miss Autumn too, this is excellent Mark.....love 'releasing old ghosts'.

[Mark]

Glad you liked. :)

[Ruth]

I do like a nice seasonal exhalation of a poem :) This is decadent! x

[Mark]

Thank you!

[Stanley Wilson]

enjoyed the journey love autumn time best time of the year

[Mary]

well done, my friend! this is my November

[Mark]

Thank you Mary, glad you like :)

[MichaelsLyric.com]

Vivid imagery, I liked this, especially:

"releasing cold ghosts

giving our heat; to no avail."


Excellent work. Thank you for being so creative.

[Mark]

Thank you for reading :)

[Jack...]

Mark, another beautiful poem you have brought to us today. As each season brings a new wonder to us so does your poetry.

[Mark]

Thanks a bunch my friend :)

[Mockingbird]

lovely words that are succinct with what happens in the change to winter.

[Mark]

Thank you!

[Leslie Philibert]

A talented look at nature, classic poetry with style...

[Mark]

Thanks a bunch