October-set

Jim, my most faithful compliment-or and critic

said this morning, 'bless their hearts, whoever they are

(who bother  take the time to read another autumn poem by Janet

And have any idea what she's saying)'

And I say Amen. 😀

(I usually try to finish writing before he is home but I got lost

outside too long this morning...

He said if he wrote an autumn poem it would say

In Fall 

We Rake 

Leaves. 

I told him most people would prefer his style to mine. 😂

He is for the most part very patient when it comes to my rhyme-fetish.

This morning's frost did it;

Earth is embossed in golden snow!

 

Earth’s halls are decked with Autumn-set 

Beneath our feet is splayed 

The fading strains of what remains 

Of foliage-promenade 

Ballrooms of air are gleaming where 

Leaf-ballerinas twirl 

And lure us in to laugh and spin 

With life’s Forever Girl 

Impressions of fond days we love 

Are transformed, leaf-by-leaf 

The Dancer shucked and gently tucked 

Into the Planter’s Sheaf 

The Best and Worst of Blessed and Cursed 

Are lavished with fine art 

Where time performs its season-storms 

Until death do us part 

Now dawn is tossed in yawns of frost 

The Silence, silver-kissed 

As green becomes the brittle sums 

Of Autumn’s amethyst 

Where gardens glow with golden snow 

Midst heart-throbbed hugs and sighs 

Because we sense the transience 

Of autumn’s paradise 

Weightless and soft medallions waft 

As nature’s tresses fall 

Into a wreath settled beneath 

The Framework of it all 

© Janet Martin