difficult as it may be to
release my happy grip on summer,
Autumn beckons
with its chilled yet welcoming embrace
to bask in crisp air, apples, leaves
live outside a while longer
perhaps in sweaters
but comfortable
as a question hangs in the near-empty air
of snowflakes and cocoa
and a warmth that even dear summer
cannot bring to the soul
Wonderful poem! I love the way it captures the changing seasons!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Candice! I love the changing of seasons, though I always carry a dread of the coming cold in fall.
DeleteThis poem is beautiful. I love how "a question hangs in the near-empty air", your lines full of expectation and the warm prospect of winter. Thanks for such lovely words.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by, Mairead! I always appreciate feedback on my poetry. :)
DeleteSo lovely. I have a desire now to go outside and crunch leaves.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like it!
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