Seasonal Bliss

Autumn <3

Autumnal coziness fills even August
With an aura as warm as the pigments
That paint the late summer grasses and fall's first trees.
Sunflower meadows spring forth from the earth,
Anticipating September's harvest.
Well worn boots kick up the dusty farmland,
Until the first rains kiss it back to life.
October's Hunter's Moon peeks through the thinning branches
Of oak and birch, dropping golden petals.
All life is now hushed in seasonal bliss.
But how many more days are there until
Winter's stillness creeps out of the shadows?
Once a frozen blanket buries all
We will wait. We will wait for life's return.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. I do like the seasons. Allow us to change our life and the view of the world. I liked your description of the Autumn. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote