Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Changing Seasons

Be clothed within an autumn mist
Of morning’s coolest dew
Look upward to the painted sky
Of season’s rusty hue
Step lightly midst the crunching leaves
That blow ‘pon hearty breeze
Then hunker down and lay their bed
Neath winters snowy freeze.

Be crisp the night with snap of chill
And short of day be warm
The sunset mirrors the changing leaves
As stars of night do form
The fields be tanned with burdened straw
Of summer’s life fulfilled
And autumn’s flowers, days be kissed
With season’s colors willed.

~ Sherry Gail


Susan Freeman said...

Lovely poem, lovely images. I so admire the way you stay so true to your soul.

Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley

Jo@awholeplotoflove said...

Beautiful poem, it describes the season wonderfully xx

L. D. said...

I see Tennessee hills in the background. You have never shared any of those before, or I wasn't paying attention. It is a great photo.

Susie said...

Jo, I love the picture of the mountains in the back ground. It is seeming more fall like as the days pass. It will officially be here soon. Where did our summer go? Blessings, xoxo,Susie

Anonymous said...

Your trees are changing faster than ours are up here. I do see some red and yellow leaves here and there but not quite ready to burst forth... I love fall, it is my absolutely favorite time of year. Gosh, it has been ages since I was in Tennessee, used to be able to see Lookout Mountain from our windows.
Happy almost fall,

Unknown said...

Really smashing picture, it could be Surrey...