autumn is
the
mellower
season

and what
we lose
in flowers
but not
roots,
we
more than
gain in
flavorful
nasal
fruits

autumn
carries
more gold
in
its pocket
than all
the other
seasons
when
collectively
bold

no spring
nor summer beauty
hath
such grace
as I
have seen
in one
autumnal face

everyone
must
take time
to sit and
watch
the trees
magically
turn into
a fairy tale
of magnificent
beauty
that seemingly
breathes

a beauty
a breath
of life
that shows
how death
can be a
beautiful
wife

a beauty
that
has no
rival
that
need not
fight for
survival

a flannel
blanket
a cozy fire
a cup of
hot cocoa
a lover
to share
the same
desires...

there's
no season
more
emotionally
embraced
and more
intimately
beautiful
than
autumn's
mesmerizing
face

for the
women-
autumn
is the
responsible
steely man
with boyish
looks that
helps them
feel
secure
wherever
they may
stand

for me-
autumn is
the woman
that loves
to inhale
poetic verse
no matter
the time
of day
in this
here
earthy
universe

this poet's
suggestion?

"fall back"
and
enjoy

fall back
into the
pile of leaves
like a
little girl
or boy

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️