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KG Dec 2020
Under gaia, through brimstone and fire
I climb below the rocky crops to spot my autumn perch
It glows like my desires owned up to it
This nightly throne I casually moan too
Light this cancer upon my lips
Whisper across the river styx
Best wishes to the mistress Nyx
I knock the vase containing complacent behavior lately sating saintly savior traipsing take your aimless face and waive wasted tainted flavor away from me.
I've not a taste for thee,
anymore.
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2020
The scent of autumn

trespasses by the name

of our paths---

as our paths intertwine

with one another;

scraping its way out

to welcome the cold,

but warm, and familiar

wintertime.
Honey smells like a wintertime to me.
Goodbye Autumn, I guess?
I met you in the winter, and I remember
Your hair burned like autumn leaves.
Like a fresh cup of coffee on the skin,
Like embarrassed, flushed red cheeks,
And like the suffocating stage lights.

I wished my tone was as warm as yours,
I wished my brain was as bright as yours,
I wished my words were as illuminating as yours.
But for now, all I can do is help you
Clean up your mess with my cold hands.
clean up other people's messes, it might gain you a friend. for Liam
Gilbert Nov 2020
Autumn breath softly whispers
of cold dark truths.
A lonely tree hides his ferns
to feed the roots.

Boiling cauldrons of mud form
to block my path.
Fermenting clouds leave me torn
between your wrath.

Splitting Venus chips last odes
to packs of wolves.
Deceased waters hold dead toads.
The world dissolves.
the tree is naked
splashing against the amber tide of autumn
and the floor needs dusting
where leaves were left
last night, when the wind gathered
to batter our shutters
against stained wood
in need of washing

when the grass yellows
with frogs falling quiet
paused
waiting for the thaw
Brian Turner Nov 2020
The last leaf just fell on me
Did you see it?
It was yellow and cheeky
Crept up on me behind my back and swooped over my shoulder

There will be no more leaves this year that's it
No more colour for us to see
Roll on Spring
Roll on colour
Notes from a walk this morning
Ayn Nov 2020
Green to amber,
And amber to brown;
Reflective blue
To a tumultuous gray.
Glimmering dew
Now a shining frost.

The sun,
Once beaming overhead
Now longingly gazes sideways,
Bestowing a more gentle light
Over the delicate landscape.

The marsh is ever changing,
But I feel the same.
I’ve been here for a year... it went by so quick. I’m amazed. I’ve written over 500 poems and used 11 thousand words. But I have a question: does the word count count how many different words I’ve used, or how many words are in all my poetry? It could go either way with me, so I really don’t know.
Poetic T Nov 2020
My dog its name is Gizmo with a capital G, he isn't
very tall and not very long. He's very playful doesn't
always listen to what he's ever told. But it's like his name,
as others have said so. If somethings missing the blame
would always be on him, to this hairball this is just a game.

His favorite season for walks is when autumn comes to call.
The puddles on the floor and the leaves on the ground, all
he wants to do is be playful in the heaps of color and crawl.
Beneath them playing hide and seek, but he is always so
easy to find, following his lead a tail-wagging to and fro.

He never misses a puddle, his hair soaked, and has very
muddy little toes, chasing all the birds, but he's not scary
at all. They fly away squawking and he just looks at me
then runs around again chasing nothing at all. We see
in the distance home letting off the lead, he runs in glee.

Towel now around him, drying him quickly off. As his wetter
than a puddle. Shivering we give him a cuddle, feeling better
he now falls asleep upon his bed. Five minutes of peace before
he gets his energy back, and then a zoomy around the floor,
and then I'm like, has anyone seen my sock?      Gizmo!!
Wrote this for my youngest daughter :)
astrid Nov 2020
To the sound of
endless falling autumn leaves
that paint the streets of gold
with your hand to hold
and my heart on your sleeve

I never want this day
to end
Christina S Nov 2020
Leaves drained of their vibrant green
Snow gently falling on the ground,
Deer sneaking around in the meadow
All without making a sound.

Winter is here with slick icy roads
With COVID and others to boot
Thanksgiving is around the corner
And then we get our Christmas loot

Family is the name of the game
Friends are welcome too
Friends are family we pick
Bonds stuck together like glue

Joy beams from my heart
I love this time of year!!
For the birth of our Savior
My family, my friends and my dear
Just some thoughts about the season......
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