The leaves are falling
The wind is brewing
Winter’s day is on its way
And, my point of reference is you
Rich red
Brilliant pale yellow
Orange speckled
Molting bird feather’s
Conjuring, stirring, blowing and whirring
The crispness hanging on dew drops
Raining, freezing, warming, teasing
Clearing then sunning
The atmosphere’s humming
And, my point of reference is you
Yesterday greeting today
Meeting tomorrow
Memories fading
My senses awakened
By the heavy breathing
of Autumn’s fray
Toe’s biting, crunching
Twig’s snapping, crackling
The moon lighting the haze
of the frigid fall day, early
before the sun come’s out to play
And, my point of reference is you
Newness, freshness
Leaving me breathless
Excitement in discovering
The loving
Never leaving me alone
Chilling to the bone
Forgetting the hills and
Mountains of summer
Warming by the fire
Fall’s only desire
Winter’s day is
on its’ way
And, my point of reference is you
Clearing a path for the white
fallen crest, of the gray
and the frozen breast of the
Sparrow’s tenderness
All inside
Completing, my senses
lighting then receding
Winter’s day
is on its’ way
And, my point of reference is you.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Stanislav Kondratiev from Pexels
#poetry #autumn #freeverse
Beautiful
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Thank you Beth!
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