Autumn Out My Window
September slowly turns toward fall,
the fields are dusted with golden haze.
Urgent crickets in the bent grass call,
and one more turn quickens our days.
Heavy seed tops brush the wind in a craze
green velvet soccer fields cradle the ball
while fog lifts, aglow, where Asters laze.
Scarlet & amber creep in to enthrall,
brilliant October lights our ways.
Honey gold chases the trees that stall,
and one more turn quickens our days.
-Andromeda Jazmon
Friday Poetry is hosted by Kelly H. at Crossover today. Enjoy!
4 comments:
Lovely images!
Andi, this is just beautiful. The last two lines especially--that honey gold, and those stalling trees, trying to put off winter. Lovely.
I love this poem! You have described the lazy days of autumn well. Winter arrives before we know it, and we never seem ready.
Thank you for posting this poem. It conveys the golden chilliness of autumn. I haven't written a roundel in a long time. I used to go Lewis Turco's Book of Forms (is that correct?) to write poems as puzzle-games.
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