season #3

Member since 2004 · Posted 14 Oct 2004 · 2 comments

The snap of a twig And here we are Itâs all more brittle now Greens turn to brown But for a moment a pause In intermediate hues The sepia tone saturates The orange overflows Savor these moments of color Signals flying overhead Warn of frigid air conquest Distant flames battle the march And side by side Autumn air fills our lungs Crisp as the leaves we tread Reflecting on warmer days Awaiting our winter hibernation A transition Summerâs last breath Is accompanied by soft conversation Nothing is rushed Though the world is dying Our love is still in bloom We still have many seasons in the sunlight

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[9] Dovina 14-Oct-04/6:56 PM Reply

A good take on fall, except for "frigid air conquest /
Distant flames battle." Maybe something about flames in the wood stove instead. Welcome to Poemranker.

[n/a] oneglove › Dovina 14-Oct-04/11:34 PM Reply

i see your point but theres somethings that would be lost in changing of the lines... frigid air conquest is important because birds fly south (signals overhead) when cold air is taking over, and while standing outside theres always a scent of fire coming from somewhere far off. the smell of it always seem to mask that bit of coolness in the air. thats why the refrences to a battle seemed to make sense