Sunday, November 06, 2011

Poetry Sunday ~ Autumn Beauty ~

Ecc. 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
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~ Autumn Beauty ~

The leaves have fallen on the ground
they whisper at night moving ‘round.
Climbing tendrils of circular motion
the autumn leaves are colorful potion.

Autumn is the season in our lives,
laying to rest where Summer thrives.
Crunching colors under your feet
stomping the sound to ear does it meet.

Playful swooshing with a flurry,
leaves are there to hide and bury.
Put to rest the years vocation
find yourself in Winters elation.

Autumn is full of screaming fans
blustery days for months it spans.
it creeps right in you’ll hear the footfall,
the sound of chimes and noisy football!

Rest you now as in Winter you go
early evenings and Halloween snow.
Fill these moments as cherished with time
find your heart into which I will climb.

2 comments:

Stormcrow said...

Nothing says autumn like Halloween and screaming football fans!

joni said...

nothing says a poet like a rhyme with football!!! lol