The Poetry of Autumn

The poetry of autumn begins

with the green of summer fading

into gold and rust and red,

backlit against a brilliant sky;

and with the warm air lingering cool,

a slight breeze and a hooded shirt

easily removed in rising temps,

easily restored with the waning sun;

and with the days slowing down,

late to rise and early to dusk, a new moon 

rising and the winter constellations 

beginning their journeys across the heavens.

The poetry of autumn begins with change

and ends with the barrenness of winter,

the silence of snow falling, filling 

us with the promise of spring returning.