Autumn Lives

A poem about autumn.

Of autumn we think of its color

,its change and covers.

Such beauty comes

from the depth of heat,

as the summer makes way

for falls wake and beat.

Aw what beauty awaits

dressed in her Auburn gown?

Her beauty beckons with

red, yellow, and brown.

Autumn lives for the cooler ground,

the wind and trees,

the cool coming of winter’s breeze.

They kiss like lovers do,

dancing like dancers do,

taking one breath at a time.

Autumn is here,

she’s already bowing;

kissing winter with her

chilled lips of change.

© By Amanda D Shelton 

Author's Note

Please be kind, I am disabled so I might have a few spelling errors. If any are found please tell me so I can know what to correct. Thank you.

Reviews

[Lorry]

A beautiful picture painted in words.I think your flow and pace work well with the subject here, like the leaves falling gently to the ground. Well captured.
Autumn may be kissing winter where you are, but winter is truly awake here, we had snow last week. :)

[Amanda D Shelton]

Thank you very much. I live in a desert so we don't really get to see winter. :-) I would have to go at least 75 maybe 80 miles out of town to see cooler weather.

[Lorry]

I can assure you it's overrated :)