Poems on Seasons

by Linda Ludwig, 7th November, 2023

fall equinox the long and short of it

waiting

in the darkness

the rise of supermoon

standing under 

flaming red maple trees

a cool breeze brushes my cheek

Autumn
By Kathleen Chamberlin, 8th November 2023

There is crispness in the autumn air, that chills cheeks and stirs blood

The swish and crunch of fallen leaves,

Marvelous in their carpet of many colors:

Yellow and orange and brown and vibrant red

Trees relinquishing those leaves waiting to cascade in artful swirls

When the breeze stirs them,,

Creating patterns kaleidoscopic below their branches.

The earth hums with movement in autumn:

Squirrels hoard acorns and geese flap farewell as they wend their way south.  

I recall moments when life was filled with anticipation,

Moments long dormant, hibernating in the past.

Memories of football games where I, in my green and white uniform,

Braved the cold to cheer on our team, my sneakers polished white,

Cheeks wind-kissed, long dark hair held back by a white headband, at sixteen

Oblivious to Time’s fickle nature.

I wish I had cherished those autumn moments more…

Autumn air reminds me now that life dwindles,and  plants will cease to blossom.

Some will kiss the earth goodbye, their leaves heavy with grief.

Others will sleep peacefully throughout the winter months,

Rousing again in spring.

And as this faded rose nears her three-quarter century year,

I wonder if this autumn in all its beauty will be my last,

Or if I will greet another spring bursting full of poetry and joy.