Autumn Calling

Autumn

You arrive in Summers wake

with offerings of golden afternoon sun

and the sweet aroma of apples,

that seduce the wasps with promises

of intoxicating beverage.

You arrive in Summers wake

and the birds fly south

as you draw in the nights

like velvet curtains,

enticing with forceful breeze

a carpet of leaves to fall

and the donning of sweaters,

raincoats and hats.

You arrive in Summers wake

but you leave at Winters behest,

having guided us through bonfires

and wrapped a cold Arctic wind

about our necks,

and in the mornings

foggy breath in freezing air.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

draw in the nights
like velvet curtains...
very nice write.

[Nautili]

It makes me feel better about saying goodbye to summer for some reason.....wonderful write.

[New Dawn]

I love the early autumn when the days are hanging on to the sun , but not so keen on the other end - a ral season of transition. Thanks for reviewing

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. incredibly vivid, beautiful, and lucid poetry, dear shelley ... i have never wished i was a wasp but i do after reading the first stanza :P ... "foggy breath in freezing air" has stunning alliteration ... loved this entire piece :) ...

[Distant horizons]

Feels like that very thing right here now. Brrr, where did summer go?

[New Dawn]

I love early Autumn but I hate where it's headed. Cold dark evenings - even worse I work as a district nurse until 11 at night so I am constantly aware of the cold and dark lol. Thanks for reviewing :)