Greetings! Well what do you know, it’s the weekend again… Funny how that works. 😀 Autumn is well and truly upon us, and Thanksgiving is just around the corner. As an Englishwoman, I’m not exactly accustomed to celebrating this American holiday, but I must say I’m rather looking forward to it! Not only do I get to hang out with family and celebrate God’s good gifts, but I also get to spend a good solid 5 days away from school. Such a treat! 😀
Today’s poem is in the spirit of all things Autumn. Being surrounded by my first PNW Autumn has been very good for my soul – and evidently my poetry as well. 😀
The sky is bright with Autumn blue
and stubborn goldenrod swaying
beside the well-worn path –
the marks of many left in their haste to claim
the last treasures of the fading earth.
With eager hand they pluck the fruits
of Summer ripened and aged,
as leaves crimson in fierce defiance
joining forces with the leagues of birds
that fly in formation across a clouded sky.
There is a certain beauty in this –
the dying display of an earth grown old and weary.
Vast fields of golden wheat wave wistfully
as if they knew their days were numbered
and swiftly slipping by.
Bid farewell to light and life, dear earth,
prepare yourself for darkened days and dim mornings
shot through with the scarlet of a thousand trees
and the faded blue of an Autumn sky –
this sharp and sudden beauty will soon be gone.
Thoughts? Does the spirit of Autumn inspire you too? Let me know in the comments! 🙂