Cooling breeze carries frost to town
Harvest plucked from the weary ground
Laden tables of festive feasts
Candy grubbing fantastic beasts
Passing, punting boys of fall
Coming home to homecoming ball
Hunting, hauling squirrelly hoarders
Closing in on winter’s boarders
Apples, cinnamon, pumpkin spice
Flavors of our own device
A time to see the shadows weaken
For every season He has His reason
Shimmering flames on leaf burning night
Praise praise for the dying of the light
Nice poem. It reminds me of one I wrote years ago.
The Song of Life
The song of life
We all must sing.
It begins at birth,
Then comes the spring.
The spring is such a lovely time:
Flowers, wind, warm sunshine.
Frost and ice melt away.
Longer days seem here to stay.
Summer now fills our view;
Heat and sun, grass with dew.
Balls and kites fill the air.
Luscious fruit…eat a pear.
Shorter span, the sun does shine.
Yellow, gold, harvest time.
Clear and brisk, moon is bright;
Apple cider, fading light.
Wind and cold sweep away
Crumbled leaves…waning day.
And the joyous song I once sang here
Must now be sung by those so dear.
nice