Waters turn gray as the skies close
and the first breath of autumn
enters from the south
with light wind and cool air.
Gulls speak to the change,
crying awake to the stirring sea,
tall fir and madrone
gathering the signal
to descend and let go
as the fire begins to light,
the rush of color
deepening the music
of autumn on the wind.
As I sit here at my desk on this grey morning…how wonderfully you captured the sorrow of summer going
Don…the leaves are ablaze here, too……no “waters greying” but I am sure that is so for you there….what a wonderful time of year!
Sure, Don. Your favorite season, and no mention of football in today’s verse. I guess you are working up to it.
Lovely poem. I feel more bittersweet about the fall. The colors are awesome and the cool night air refreshing but always knowing that the dark, cold, wet winter is not far behind.
A good way to begin the day, thinking of Autumn. Very nice Don!
I welcome autumn, although my love for summer is unconditional. The flaming colors give us specific vibrations needed for a healthy, vibrant endocrine system, I believe anyway. The spectacle also give us delight and an opportunity to see the best show in town! Thank you for your beautiful poem, Don.
Beautifully, almost irresistibly visual! It also means school starts on Monday!
Love it!
The quietude of Autumn beckons a duet with my own seasonal silence.
Ah yes, Nature informs…