Bright pellucid morning
blue as icy aquamarine.
Fall nips the air
like a petulant cat.
It feels chilly
as a chance encounter
with a former lover
in a sunrise coffee shop.
The season spins
like an obstinate top.
Legions of lawn gnomes
don their long underwear.
The earth accepts this
glacial change, but
I will miss the warmth
of lilies and dandelions.
Still, this new ambience
contains its own charms.
Trees spasm with delight
as vivid leaves waft like
inevitable paratroopers
to the retreating lawns.
Flowers hibernate
secure in the
inevitability
of resurrection.
It is a time to honor
common sense.
We know the snows
will blanket our
sleepy, gelid lives.
We know that
in time we will
wake to spring,
warmth and hope.
The world will turn
until we don't.
~mce
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Bright pellucid morning
blue as icy aquamarine.
Fall nips the air
like a petulant cat.
It feels chilly
as a chance encounter
with a former lover
in a sunrise coffee shop.
The season spins
like an obstinate top.
Legions of lawn gnomes
don their long underwear.
The earth accepts this
glacial change, but
I will miss the warmth
of lilies and dandelions.
Still, this new ambience
contains its own charms.
Trees spasm with delight
as vivid leaves waft like
inevitable paratroopers
to the retreating lawns.
Flowers hibernate
secure in the
inevitability
of resurrection.
It is a time to honor
common sense.
We know the snows
will blanket our
sleepy, gelid lives.
We know that
in time we will
wake to spring,
warmth and hope.
The world will turn
until we don't.
~mce
