HomeLifestylesAutumn: A Poem Aaron P. Kittle September 24, 2015 This poem is courtesy of our friends at Elkinte.com Soon comes the eve whose dawn shall be autumn Where the woodland sheds all, to be raked and forgotten With damp leaf puddles on each road and lawn Summer’s lush livery too soon will be gone Gray and grotesque is the coarse flesh of bark A lichen clings tightly, and the moss becomes stark Chilled winds circle tightly, sweeping left, brushing right And cry as they caress every eave in the night Crisp crunching of footsteps upon the tree’s color guard Pounced upon by little children in great heaps in the yard Slowly pummeling each particle back into the earth Or placed in black bags, to line the street with their girth Or perhaps burned en masse in an October pyre The unmistakable scent of maple, ash, oak, and fire Surrounded by people, staring at flashes of gold As it crackles and sparks, the season tightens its hold A family of jack-o-lanterns guards the front porch Lighting the steps for masked ghouls, and orcs Every last candy corn now has been spent We put on our scarves as the last leaf descends Every avenue lamp shines upon branches bare Those nude, quiet structures tower shamelessly there Until the time of spring, when their garb reemerges And the unrelenting snowfall ceases its surges Again we will understand the tree’s not met her end As we take comfort indoors, where hot tea is our friend But in spring we will see leaves repopulate the boughs The woodland shall live then, just as it lives now Photo by Aaron P. Kittle ©2015 Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.