Ode To Autumn

The October wind
tore summer from the trees
and turned her jade radiance
to a somber blue,
heralding the inevitable evanescence
of the smiling figure perched upon the waves,
wandering sweetly through fields of wheat,
and secluded in the dreaming silence
of orange blossoms.

Fields flooded with euphoric flowers
are now wastelands
of their shriveled and twisted skeletons,
parched by time,
pale with despair,
swaying in the pointless wind
of memories.
They haven’t the strength
to curse your name
but so many of us teem with contempt
for the hand that dares
to strangle the breath of life
from a flowering world.

So many mourn the death of a season that never truly dies.

Autumn, to so many you are a thief
but to me
you are the astral dance
of spirit and time
embossed by the rain
upon vellum leaves,
a shimmering crimson scrawl
across my weary heart,
and the bittersweet eulogy
to a season that sang
only yesterday.

Ode To Autumn

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Artist's Description

My favoutite season is approaching fast! Naturally, I had to write about it. Written September 1, 2008

Please do not print or repost this poem anywhere without my permission.


This poem is from my book, Heaven’s Champagne. Click here for book ordering information.

This poem is registered at the Canadian Intellectual Property Office as part of Heaven’s Champagne.

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