Here we stand
on the bridge
between summer and autumn.
When the children soak
up the fading rays of the summer
and bask in the delicious breeze
of autumn arriving through the trees.
The spicy scent of warm cider
fills the kitchen
while pink-cheeked children
warm their chilly fingers.
I really love this time of year-- when you can feel the seasons changing. The transition from summer to autumn is such a beautiful time.ReplyDelete
Dayum, did you write that as an original piece? Nice work my friend! Beautiful! I love the part about the fire distracting our attention from the decaying garden. This is my new favorite September poem!ReplyDelete