The Plight of Autumn

The summer light grows weary, fading with each passing day.
Autumn's sun is nearly upon us, blindly groping its way.
All too soon the green of summer will unwillingly creep away,
as the resonating colors of fall slither in without a sound.
The artistic landscape of vivid beauty transforms all around,
so much splendor to behold, a brilliance that will astound.





Picturesque cornucopias, pumpkins, spirited hues all ablaze,
bestowing delightful and tasty delicacies, all so sure to amaze.
Pungent burning leaves circulate wafts of smoky bouquets.
As the daylight dwindles, bathing in the sky's harvest moonlight,
the crisp frosty air betrays indifference to nature's plight.
Summer all but surrenders, giving up this pitiful fight.

October rings in without fanfare, apparitions and trick or treat,
the menacing darkness casting eerie shadows upon the street.
Destruction lies everywhere, remnants scattered about your feet,
abundant heaps of collected ruins, a paradise for children's play.
From vast heights, oaks and maples get caught up in the fray,
igniting infectious laughter while giving rise to total disarray.

A stern wind bellows harshly, conveying orders in the breeze.
Forced to do her bidding, submitting to her fickle creeds,
trees rain down the last vestiges of their now brittle leaves.
Gasping their last weary breath, emitting tired, haggard sighs.
Brown husks now decimated, withering pitifully in their demise.
Swirling chaotic gatherings incited, spurred by her poignant cries.

As Autumn's plight looms forth, hear her long, somber moan.
Reluctant to renounce this reign, to abdicate this precious throne.
Destined in her exodus, yielding now to Winter's cold gray tone.
This tyrant's kingdom, a perverse regime of supremacy and doom,
petrifying the domain, mutating it into a realm of murky gloom.
Autumn's ill-fated tenure now conquered, vanquished all too soon.

~9-29-04~