Autumn breathes the last gasps of the season,
as leaves of brown and gold drift from the treetops –
a blanket of decaying warmth.
Grey skies steal the color from the day,
mourning the end of another time of year.
The darkness envelopes and caresses
lulling the earth to sleep,
held in the cradle of the slough.
Winter awaits.
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I am the Sun – bringer of the warming light of day. I am Lightning – bringer of fire to Earth. I am Tlachtga who flew through the sky together with my father Mog Ruith in our glowing wheel. I am destruction and creation. I illuminate the darkness and point to the pathway of light…
Such a wonderful seasonal reflection!
Thanks Christy 💕
So beautiful! It’s windy and stormy here now but I like the image of the earth falling asleep…
I love the change of the seasons. Each one brings a beauty all its own. <3
“lulling the earth to sleep…held in the cradle of the slough. Winter awaits.” < Love it 🙂
Thank you. <3
I love it when the cold weather blows the cobwebs away. That signifies a complete fresh start I say. Keep warm. 🙂
I so agree. Although, it is a bit cold for my taste. 🙂
Lovely poem, Colleen. I took some great photos of a beautiful winter’s morning here in Hove this morning while out walking Toby. I’ll be posting them tomorrow. I just love it when the sky is clear and bright on a winter’s day instead of dull and grey.
Wishing you lots of clear, crisp, bright winters days.
Thank you Hugh. Our wonderful warm weather of last week is gone now. We are back at 50 degrees F. again for our daytime high temperatures. Spice was shivering when we did our walk this morning… it was clear and cold with a north wind blowing! Blows all the cobwebs from my brain 🙂
Lovely piece ! Reminded me that I planned an autumn wedding, with all the typical colors, trying to match my favorite landscape. One week before the day, a wind and ice storm took every leaf away. I was left with the ugly greys and browns of naked trees. Go figure. (But our marriage has lasted over 40 years, so..there is that.) ☺
How lovely. Just goes to show that out of the death of a season something beautiful was born – your lasting love. 💖
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Do you mourn the end of one season, or do you happily await the arrival of the next. Colleen over on Silver Threading gives us a last glimpse of fall.
Beautiful and amazingly shaped!
Yes, it’s coming, isn’t it…although you wouldn’t know here in l.a. where it’s nearly 80 degrees! Always great to see a blogger doing good poetry!
Thank you so much. 💖
Wow your poem so captures the walk in the wood taken today with my grand daughter Kate as we too looked for fairies after reading your lovely story last week , we took some pictures and Kate caught a lot of twinkles on camera as she put it.
Kind Regards Kathy.
Oh I just love that you enjoy my story… And those to come. Those fairies are elusive. I hope she sees one. 💖💕💖
Well said!
Thank you. 🍂🍁🍂
You just took me there! It’s getting warm in Down Under, summer is here. I lived being taken back to my “normal pre Christmas” time.
I am so glad that you liked my poem. This is the Florida swamp I write about all the time. 💖
Interesting!
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Thanks Gayle. 💖
“Grey skies steal the color from the day” is a wonderful line, Colleen — hard to keep your spirits up when the sky is so colorless.
I am well and of good spirits. It looked so grey this morning. 👼
I guess I really meant it was easy for me to feel glum, not you 🙂
Awww Sandi I am here to cheer you up. ❤