A poem about the beauty of autum |
The colors in fall
are a beauty to behold, when the days grow short and the air grows cold. The year shows its age as the leaves flutter down, and we rake them all up into one giant mound. The children all run and play in the leaves, and we laugh at their pleasure as we clean out the eaves. To the young fall is just one great big game, as adults we should relax and join in the same. We should run in the yard and play hide and go seek, and at times a rainy day is the best time to fix that leak. We just need to kick back and park that old rider, and go down to the orchard for some fresh apple cider. The yard work can wait for later in the year, it will still be there next week, don't you ever fear. But today spend some time with those that you love, get up early one day and hear the cooing of a dove. The summer is gone of that I am sure, but my love for nature will surely endure. It is always nice to go for a walk with a friend, in a forest that looks like it has no end. The leaves will all fall and the trees become bare, and we think what a waste, it really is not fair. Then we recall the beauty of spring, when the leaves reappear and it's no big thing. We remember summers beauty with great delight, and how the stars look on a cold winter night. Each season has its purpose that is most certain, the change in them is just natures theater curtain. It raises and lowers in its own sweet time, because it follows no calendar or hears a clocks chime. It makes its own choices and I'm sure always will, its what makes summers warm and gives winter its chill. So when autumn appears and the leaves change their hues, and the reds and the gold's create some majestic views. Have faith that nature will do what is right, and that far beyond winter, spring is in sight. And so as life's circle is closed, and the new year is in view, I send autumns bright colors to all of you! |