Comes Autumn...
Comes autumn...
with its addendum of moods and colours.
And as nature unfurls its myriad of jewels
there be majique
of ineffable bounty,
widening eyes, and broadening smiles -
reminding us all of the credence that lies
in that ole cliche,
''change is good''!
Comes autumn...
with its eventides of whistlesong breeze.
And in every blanket of its angeled mist rainfall
there be genisis
of inveterating offerage,
quenching the yearning thirst of the harvests,
nourishing the mercurial mind of the Poet
to take pen in hand and heart,
fleck an autumn-scape grandeur...indelible.
Comes autumn...
with her latened warnings of winters nascence.
And every lost, crisped, brown leave
speaks of Death to this season of colour
that beckoned us to appreciate our God-Given senses
of earthtones and hickory and the scent of Douglas Fir
that we breathe with Christmas thought, Winter majique.
And aft' December we shall wait until -
comes autumn.....once again.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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