My Friend Autumn
My Friend Autumn …
Last night I shivered,
as the cold winds blew.
It seemed that summer,
was coming to an end much too soon.
Autumn was fast approaching
and even though the season,
was most colorful –
it made me sad saying goodbye to summer days.
When I cuddled up in my blanket,
I fell asleep wondering –
if there’d still be some warm days.
There he came in my dream,
across the fields –
waving to me.
My old friend Autumn,
returning season after season,
he waved and smiled –
in a coat of many colors.
His head crowned with leaves,
approaching he told me,
not to despair,
even though soon the summer would be over –
the fall would bring new pleasures.
Of colored leaves
and crisp cold air,
of delights like orange pumpkins
and the summer harvest.
He took me in a happy dance,
as we spun around,
I looked at the clear blue sky
and the clouds whizzing by.
I knew that it would be alright,
it was time to embrace a new season
and as my friend Autumn,
turned to go,
just before he went over the hill,
he turned to wave
and shouted, “See you in September!”
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I like this delightful poem, Rasma. I can imagine you dancing so joyously with your friend Autumn. Well done.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Love the change of seasons and particularly autumn and spring, where contrast marks such color and growth. Nicely penned and enjoyed Rasma. Cheers!
Thank you, Tony.
Autumn is my favorite of all seasons. Your words bring it to the forefront with such a special personal feel, dancing with him. Beautifully written, Rasma!
Thank you, Donald.