My thoughts drift
between the heavy rain
and thunderstorm clouds
to the rays of gold
stretching through the sails
on the Chesapeake
there is something to be said
for those cotton sundress sunsets
golden sparkles dance
across the sky
neon colors kiss the sails
summer stains all in its wake
but these drops of golden-honeyed
gray cable-knit sweater sunsets
leave the most mysterious
paint strokes of color
across the sky
and my heart
like an answer
to a long-awaited question
found in the bottom
of a brown wicker basket
I feel it is time
to write the memoirs
of summer’s past
I can’t say I am sad
about the change
there is beauty in the letting go
and mystery in the crimson kissed
gray thunder clouds
and all the weight they carry…
Fall has always been my favorite season
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It would appear that the chill in the autumn air has awoken the poet! Well written!
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Thank you so much!!
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My favorite season dear Kristian also. The change of color. Artwork for the eyes. The poem is beautiful.
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Thank you so much!!
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Me, too. Fall is my favorite season and October my favorite month. It’s still hot here, in Texas, but it will cool down soon. Then we will have our week of winter in February, and it will be hot again. Hahaha!
Also, yes. Beautiful poem. You express yourself so well.
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Fall is gorgeous here in the Appalachian Mountains! I’m sure I’ll share photos!! I want to hiking soon! It’s chilly here, but I can go without a jacket. I love October & November equally, but for different reasons. Visually, October has my heart. I’m envious of your week in winter. I’d like snow and cold between Christmas and New Year, and then it can go away. Haha!!
Thank you so much, my friend!! 🤗
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