Misted red and chill-kissed gold,
Autumn’s silent stare
with patient watch and fingers
stretched, reveals the heart laid bare.

Undressed, full-stripped before the world,
all honours, glory paid, in tribute
to the darkening lord
who comes to take her place.

Creeping edge of cold’s soft breath-
winter’s crooning call, with one last
look and skirts kicked free
she drifts again to death.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Autumn

  1. julespaige says:

    I have noticed our days getting just a tad shorter as our autumn approaches. I really like autumn.
    The long floral dress is a tad dark, but had some mauve, pink and green. I settled on a mauve jacket that had some texture – so while it was solid it also brought some ‘life’ to the party 🙂

    While floral, it still reminded me of autumn and since both of the occasions are very close to the beginning of autumn… 😉

    • rosross says:

      I also like Autumn but we are heading for Spring in the southern hemisphere. Not that we have much change in Malawi although this dry season/Winter was chilly for Africa.

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