Autumn Is Come

Happy First Day of Fall!

Hail, cuppa tea, spice-ecstasy of cloves and cardamom 

And whole new ways to cherish days because Autumn is come 🍂

When I read this poem below, in a birthday gift book from a friend,

it kindled my own Autumn is Come poem-fire...

nothing compared to this gem,

but still, penned with love for Autumn's Creator!

Where gaudy plumes, a-top their tombs wave colourful farewells ...

Autumn is come; the sunny sum of summer days gives way

To frosty morn and fields of corn's brittle and rustling lay

The chestnut sheds it prickly threads; the blue jay shrieks and scolds

The verdant sheen of virgin green mutates to reds and golds

Autumn is come; season of plum and pumpkin pageantry

Of cozy clothes and rosy glows on apple-cheeks and we/me 

Of menus shucked and picked and plucked through labour of our hands

As summer yields gardens and fields to autumnal demands

Autumn is come; amber and rum-hued ambience imbues

The rousing air as treetops flare beneath yon welkin blues 

Creation draws worship's hurrahs from Beauty's wonderment 

Where earth and sky are charted by God's ancient covenant 

Autumn is come; farewell, sweet summer's sultry afternoon

Welcome, fond days that brim with praise for lavish harvest-boon

For orchard-loot as ripened fruit plummets like falling stars

With muted thud, in haloes, ruddy and ready for jars 

Autumn is come; we sense a drum-roll-like sea-song in husks and shells   

Where gaudy plumes, a-top their tombs wave colourful farewells 

Where thistledown unfurls its crown in silver parachutes 

Where we appraise time's hallowed days to gather harvest's fruits 

Autumn is come; we are not glum though summer disappears

To everything from spring to spring, there is a season, dears

Its law ordained and awe-sustained by God's pow'r undefined

He stirs the seed with fruit to feed the need of humankind

He bends the earth with nature's mirth, and tends Time's transient toll 

Each season rife with joys of life to gladden heart and soul

Hail, cuppa tea, spice-ecstasy of cloves and cardamom 

And whole new ways to cherish days because Autumn is come 

Janet Martin