Harvest Masquerade

The nature of a fallen leaf

is an impudent thing;

decayed, derailed, and deranged.

A rooster crows during the fall,

warning his little wives

of a harsh winter visit.

I once found the shades of autumn

an enchanting visage

until they knocked at the morgue.

I am afraid that the harvest

is nothing more than a 

sly mortician in disguise.

Candy apples begin to rot

through a wicker basket

wrapped into a Grim treat.

Author's Note

Dear WC,

I have been on hiatus for awhile, and I thought some autumn poetry would be a nice warm up.

Thank you for reading,
sincerly,
ria

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

A whole new dimension of thoughts towards autumn... there is a mysterious feeling in this poem and certainly you brought clear imageries for the reader... The dryness of autumn is missing this year here because of rain and it is starting to get cold so autumn might not be able to spread it's wings much... My poem about the old tree is kind of similar to this thought... I love the rooster in the picture...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Vria P Crow]

Thank you for reading! The rooster is actually a picture I took of my rooster, Bruster. I may include the image in the beginning so you can see it better.

[Lyn Anderson]

Huh. So. All the people fawning over fall. Portents of ends rather than beginnings. Here comes the cold, and death.

[Vria P Crow]

haha I cannot help it. This was written last year. I lived on a poultry farm with my parents so the rooster you see looks so pretty in the fall! :D

But yeah, I am not looking forward to winter either.

As Game of Thrones would say, "Winter is coming."

[Laura Lynn]

I never thought of autumn this way and you have helped me see autumn in a new way. I didn't realize that the autumn leaves knocked at the morgue, ria. I feel left out of this autumn but of course we all experience the same autumns at different times and in different years but this season is always one...

A point of difference--well, we visited a farm for children to pick out pumpkins and they have a lot of roosters almost no chickens. They kept all the roosters in one place and their hens in another. There had to have been twenty roosters of various varieties.

[Vria P Crow]

Thank you kindly for reading. Honestly, I have not really thought of autumn in this manner until recently. Ironically, autumn is my favorite month, but lately, I had this eerie feeling about it. It just seemed too beautiful to be perfect which in turn riled up some analytical thoughts.

On a lighter note, I enjoy my little farm. :D I might attach a picture of my rooster and his hens to this photograph since they were an inspiration for it.

Again, thank you for reading! I am surprised that someone commented on it so quickly after being on hiatus.

Happy early Halloween to you!