This poem looks at the many faces of fall. |
The air blows cold and leaves turn gold red and brown and yellow The sun slips away The sky is sliver gray It's hidden behind the clouds today Little pumpkin faces glow The living are cold And the dead come out to play The trees are bare Tonight the moonlight is stale A fall pixie sings her sweet lullaby To hush the world goodnight leaves rustle in the gentle breeze and the fire embers glow From a rusty old iron wood stove as the smell of apple cider Lingers through the air Gravestones in the field at the edge of town turn to a cold dark gray the dead are lonely no more visitors til Spring and the nights grow cold and colder still as they watch through the frosted windows at the people who gather for a thanksgiving feast a glowing house in the dark horizon Surrounded by snow and bare oak trees the autumn pixie sings her sweet lullaby To hush the world goodnight... Goodnight my children its time to sleep spring is gone and summer has past the cold harsh season of death is nigh so sleep my children and dream... Dream of the sunlight glistening and crystal streams flowing dream of the sweet scent of roses red and dream of a sky filled with golden hues sleep through the cold season and wake in the warmth of the rising sun sleep my children... Sleep... |