Beauty, Joy, Love, Nature, Poetry, Writing



I love the seasons.

This poem is about that. And most particularly about autumn.

(Photo credit to Pete Andress, motorcycle rider)


by susan

© 2022

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i love the rain, the sun, and snow
and how the seasons come and go

in fall the colours change and spread
mustard yellow, candy apple red

leaves that to trees once were bound
butterfly like monarchs to the ground

they carpet roads and blanket lawns
cast everything in shades of bronze

they crunch beneath, swirl ‘round your feet
smell musty, earthy and bittersweet

then naked branches creak and sigh
dark silhouettes on greying skies

geese honk in southbound flying vees
like snowbirds they escape the freeze

nuts and seeds are gathered/stored
plants retreat of their own accord

fields of green turned crisp and gold
farmers harvest before the cold

seems as if our world shuts down
but no, it’s just gone underground

to winter in the warmth below
until spring announces summer’s verdant show


© 2022 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

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