Autumn Abundance

Autumn Abundance

 

A morning where my head

Is filled with thoughts of the day’s

Beginning as I leave my pillow,

 

At the window,

My view is of a fall day,

A day that starts off cold

And a bit dark in the early

Hours,

Then it warms with the crackling of

My fire,

 

Into the afternoon,

A day will be filled with picking apples,

While wearing a cozy wool

Sweater over a long-sleeved

Undershirt, instead

Of adorning a winter coat.

My favorite pair of faded jeans

And some cowboy boots,

My sweater is big enough

To get lost in

As I walk in my worn armor

Along the leave-specked path

Towards the naked woods

Where I seek some peace

From this bustling world

Before I go on

With my day and the coffee

In my hand,

Warms my chilly core,

 

As I visit the flowing stream

Near my home,

Book in pack

Begging to come out,

I grab a seat on the nearest boulder

And break open the next chapter

While sipping the froth off

my

Brewed delight.

 

The crop has harvested across

The dried-weeded banks,

The cool air is filled with its

The sadness of loss,

 

As the barren branches

Scratch each other

In the winds of autumn,

This is the beginning of

Lost colors where winter

Takes over

Bringing with it,

The dreary monotones

Of sorrow, coldness, and death. �"J. E. Cook ©2018

 

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