Of Transient Nature (Fall)

A seasonal ditty

Fall is:

Dragonflies, empty nests
Pumpkin pies, shedding trees
Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies
Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves

It’s a frosty feel of finality
That all good things must end
That things must die Is simply reality
Tis not a question of if, but when

It’s a harbinger of things to come
As well a reminder of times gone by
A pregnant pause to ponder, muse and wonder
Where we are and who we are…and Why

It’s a time of transient Nature
Replete with changes everywhere
Absent name and nomenclature.
As familiar tho’ (as we all know)
…As smoke draped pon’ the air…

And that ‘s what makes Autumn great

Author's Note

Marie, I thought at least you might like this one

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like this because it reminds us of thoes we have lost, and how in the autumn of their lives, their colors burn brightest, and get our attention...we really appreciate what and whom we are about to lose.

beautiful poem.

[Marie]

I do like it very much, thanks. The poem says so much about Autumn...not just what it means as an end to summer, but as its part in the cycle of seasons. Winter can be very beautiful too (though not where I live).

[Aaron Parker]

I LOVED how the meter and rhyme scheme worked together. I felt like words came down like falling leaves. Slowly and then all at once. It was transient and direct, simple and yet meaningful. Well done. :D