Chill of autumn forgets the warmth of summer
It takes the smiles and gives back nudity of life
Of course at first it uses its ruse of coloured gaiety
Then lays a frost with cold that ices the heart
The beach lays deserted robbed of August laughter
Silence unbearable like the loss of a summer love
Squirrel stretching his limits with fattened cheeks
Scampers as winter’s hibernation calls his name
Skies darken earlier as if ashamed to be out alone
Heavy hearted is the chill of autumn that I feel
Robbed again of the last of summer’s warmth
Interesting how we see the cycles and how they effect us artistically. Great poem, Fee. Makes me hanker for Spring already and Winter hasn't even shown its face. Love and hugs,
sheila
Autumn is my favourite season! Warm days, cool nights, no humidity, no mosquitoes!!! Can't stand winter, but from Sept. to Jan. I'm a happy camper!!! Loved this, Fee!
I am probably in the minority with my love of autumn and winter, but I can understand those who don't particularly enjoy its chillier side. Wonderful write, Fee. ~Elizabeth
Just a note, for Joy and other reviewers, I actually love Autumn and it is one of my favorite times of year, as an outdoorsman, a lover of Halloween,and the smell of woodfires there is no other season quite as romantic or soothing, this write was just a peek at the flip side.
fee
The fall season seems to be coming rather fast as this weekend here in Ohio the temperature is suppose to be in the low fifties and this great poem says it all well done as always Laura
Nobody has ever said it better than you, Fee! From start to finish a stunner. I know you won't agree with me, but I love autumn! Long walks in the cool, crisp air enjoying the fall colors and the early signs of autumn decorarting for Halloween. Pumpkins everywhere, kids out early in their costumes so eager to go trick or treating. The beginning of the long holiday season. But, then... I don't have to contend with the ice and snow either, so... I am spoiled. Thanks for letting me tell my version.
... you sound like me, Darlin... I'm a bit of a SADdo, I think, and suffer dreadfully with the loss of light and warmth. But this fine poem warms the heart - and especially vivid is that stuffed-gob squirrel who never fails to make me smile... he can never remember where he left his handbag either!! :)) xx
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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sheila
that too is my favorite season.
Always,
Deborah
~Fee~
makes Autumn so desirable for me!
But loved your poem!!
Lady Vivian
Blessings,
Christine
Debbie
Excellent write! I love Fall...it gives the relief from the summer's humidity and the tree's are awesome.
Many blessings,
~Linda
Hugs,
Anna
Well penned, Felix.
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. ;D
Tis the best time of year as far as I am concerned...e
Hugs,
Chrissie
Great write. Enjoyed it immensely, Fee.
Joy L. Hale
Love ya face Cuz hugs XOXOXO, Rose