When arbors shed a golden shower
and blushing trees shed leaves
they flutter gently from their bough
to lie in crunchy sheaves.
Autumn regally takes reign
as Summer abdicates.
Migrant birds take wing again,
fly northwards with their mates.
The breath of day is cooler now,
Sol starts his journey north,
Summer blooms no longer flower
as cold winds issue forth.
For those of us in southern climes
beneath the southern cross
we must prepare for colder times
when Winter is the boss.
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Lovely atmospheric Poem
I have been reading the histrionics of some of the younger poets. Your poem is so refreshing in its maturity.
Autumn reigning as summer abdicates is such a clear sighted description.
Being from the other side of the world birds flying north in autumn gave me pause.
Crunchy sheaves is interesting. I thought of sheaves of wheat. Can leaves be sheaved? I have no idea.
Winter has certainly been boss around here. We have just been digging out from under another blizzard.
Was curious about your capitalization pattern. I thought when one had a verse form as you do beginning words were in caps. I could very well be mistaken.
I am looking forward to reading more of your lovely poems.
eosmia
language: 4, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 4.
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Just lovely ...
I really like this poem and it's so hard to realize that you are on the opposite side of climates from me ... I'm over here with Springtime buds and you're over there with Fall. What a world, something for everyone! This poem had nice flow, rhythm and rhyme. It also had some nice imagery. Keep writing! joy
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