June 2, 2014 by phicks2012
I’d like to say that I wrote this poem solely because I was moved by the beauty and vibrancy of Autumn, but once again I must admit that I sat down to write this (in July) with the intention of producing something for a fall issue of our SCA Newsletter. It was, however, helpful that I was looking, at the time, at a photograph of a forest of autumn leaves, and hoping for the blessing of cooler weather after a sultry summer, because it turned out fairly well despite it’s mundane inspiration.
I hope you enjoy it!
When the laughter of summer has faded to whispers,
And the howlings of winter are yet only sighs,
Then the trees stand in beauty like fire-clad sisters,
And the world is aflame seen through memory’s eyes.
When the mornings are crisp with the promise of rainbows,
And the cool breezes blow ‘neath a sky all azure,
And the evenings are star-glazed in Autumn’s demesne,
Oh how dulcet the tones of the earth’s overture.
When the harvest is done, and the daylight hours dwindle,
And the warm scents of wood-smoke hang soft on the air,
There are lifetimes to dream of the fires we may kindle,
With the Autumn surrounding us, soft as a prayer.
[July 11th, 1993]