I've always loved autumn. Growing up in New England we live where others travel to see the leaves upon our hills. It is a time of crisp cider and crisp air. Every tree has changed into a work of art, and together a symphony. The last explosion of life before the long winters sleep. I feel that there is some meaning to it and to us, and I hope you enjoy my poem.
AUTUMN LEAVES US
Not in a moment drops the rose
That all summer in the garden grows
But in a twilight song of ecstasy
Upon the reddest leaves of its fragrant heart
Trembling so in delicious pain
Fall to the ground with a sudden start
Grass is gray with a crimson stain
The tree does not shed its leaves
All together from one driving autumn rain
But gently, when the warm wind grieves
Blowing over the hill and forest and plain
One after another they try to last
Until succumbing to the chilly blast
Finally to drop when autumns old
Orange and ruby and burning gold
Like sunsets canvas of gorgeous dyes
Never with one shadow fades away
But slowly those radiant skies
Steals the night, cold and gray
Still, the stars are burning in the dark
Their light forever, an endless spark
Our death is gradual, a slowly dying flower
Of a fading ruby red heart and golden leaves
We die more with every passing hour
Come closer to falling on every breeze
Colorful life that pulses in your veins and mine
Growing grayer with each passing year
It is up to us to create a lasting shine
To leave a gorgeous legacy, bright and clear
So when our last vibrant leaf does fall
We shall have left a masterpiece upon the wall
Picture: Autumn