Autumn, what color is your hair?
Like mine, it’s this of dying summer;
And this long copper dress you wear
Have you not taken from my shelf?
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The strong, cold wind that brought you here
Could be the deepest breath from my chest;
Like mine, your voice is low and quiet,
Like me, all that you are is change
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You color skies with daunting colors,
You drain its warmth out of the sun
Like mine, your coming is unwelcome:
It means that worse things are to come
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Autumn, you’re smiling from my mirror
A mother’s smile that tells me all shall pass
I trust you, Autumn, but I’m leaving
To chase my dying summer’s warmth
fun explorations.
Enjoyed this, awesome talent.
sharing a free verse with poets rally…
Hope to see you in!
Have A Blessed Easter!
xxx
Thanks, Jingle! Glad you liked the poem!
Wow. Awesome use of metaphors; love the imagery.
Thank you for stopping by and for your kind words!
Beautiful!
There’s a ‘blog award’ here if you’d like it:
http://absurdoldbird.wordpress.com/2011/04/30/versatile-blogger/
You can accept or decline, whichever you prefer, I don’t mind!
Thank you! I’m very flattered you thought about my blog and gave me the award. I accept it, of course!