Poems Writings

autumn equinox

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
Albert Camus

the sharp breeze winds down my lungs

blowing the ashes of summer

 

my warm skin

touched by the fresh arrival of autumn

 

the crisp air crunches under my breath

tickles my nose, awakens my dry soul

 

knock… knock… sing the raindrops

full of the dewey plumpness,

they slide on my hair

ever so gently

 

the crimson leaf

dangles

dancing gracefully

under the hood of the clouds

 

the sky

opens up

with plush cotton balls

and allows the autumn sun

kiss the earth 

kindly

very

lightly

happy first day of autumn! how is autumn where you live?

 

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9 Comments

  1. I really like your imagery here – I can feel Fall

    1. Thanks, I’m glad you liked it

  2. I get happier and happier as autumn progresses, because it’s getting closer to winter!

    Unfortunately the first day of autumn was hot as balls for me. Laugh now, summer, your end is coming…

    1. I remember you love snow…I do not…but I am making an effort to appreciate all the seasons and all of nature. So snow poems coming soon I guess hihi

      1. Haha, to each their own! I’d appreciate some snow poems though, even if they’re primarily sarcastic/comical in tone.

  3. This is really lovely Em 🙂

    1. Thank you x

  4. Brilliantly vivid snapshots of the changing seasons! Loved this! Hope you’re well 🙂

    1. thank you, i hope you are well too x

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