Autumn
Late summer evenings
Fall hides in long shadows.
No one can see it,
it is quiet and meek
like a deer
on a pine needle bed,
but boulder in darkness
as it walks in the fields.
It has come to prepare
us for winter.
A prankster,
wiley and clever,
encouraging Bullfrogs
to burrow in the mud
and snakes to crawl
into holes.
In time
it will show its true colors,
but until then it is
piling up kindling
for fires it will light
in the tops of the trees.
nice poem and really sets the mood...
but lets all just enjoy the last couple of weeks of summer before we have to start thinking about autumn...
Good idea.
It's very pretty. You really have a writing talent because I love your poems.
Thanks so much, your kind words are appreciated.
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STOPI haven't experienced autumn before, but you really painted such a vivid picture here. It's great that you described the scenario using the events instead of opting to use descriptions. Quite remarkable how you constructed this piece!
Wow no autumn, you must live in a tropical climate.
I live in The Philippines. I don't think it could get any tropical than this haha!
Great poem. Autumn is definitely coming!
Thanks.
I love this. Awesome poetry.
Thanks Billy.