Bits of Autumn
I wanted to do at least one poem for the season!
There was a ritual
when I was a child;
summer would slink
away with the first hint
of cold and we would
use old jelly jars,
gathering bits of autumn.
Crimson leaves, apples
crisped on frosty mornings
and warm woolly things for
chilly nights. Each of us
savoring the season,
stretching it out in front
of us and wishing it would
never end.
4 comments:
such a gentle memory... tho i never "collected" autumn,, it does remind me of catching lightning bugs as a child....
Captures the essence of autumn!
If autumn ever gets here I'll want stretch it out forever too.
But April is also a good on to make last.
Autumn poems such as this, to me, are soul food; they fill me with wonder, as I've never experienced said season firsthand. (There are only two seasons in my country: the rainy season, and the dry season -- half of which is summer proper).
The detail as regards the 'old jelly jars' drives the poem home. Cheers.
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