2020, Poetry

An Ode to Autumn

The inane prettiness of spring has passed

Her constant chatter melted by the summer sun.

Summer has then in turn burnt himself out

The constant beating of light and heat fading…

Autumn breezes into being, a soothing balm for weariness

Reassuringly cloudy skies let you breathe in the sweet scent of time slowing down

Her gorgeous gown of orange, gold and green making us thankful for the ebb and flow of being.

She gives space to the thoughts in my head, maybe I can think clearly for a blessed month or two

And as soon as she has withered away I eagerly wait her return.

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