There's a unique smell
upon the air,
late summer slowly mingled
with a dash of early fall in there.
The maples are turning
just a touch,
and something inside me feels it
just as much.
A breeze blows gently
through the sun's lingering rays,
truly these are
the most wonderous days.
The mind fails
at finding the right words,
while trying to speak of autumns voice
that my soul has heard.
I want so to hold
and embrace it all,
yet share it with everyone
this amazing feel of fall.
A beautiful poem, Smoky. I envy your gift for writing rhyming poems with such apparent ease. I'm back after a long break and I'm trying to write rhyming poetry now myself. This one of yours is simply captivating because it draws me right into it and I can smelll the smells you menion and feel the warmth of the sun, and your visuals are so pleasing. It's very well written.
Smoky Hoss, Love that smell of fall in the air. Wish I could capture it in a ziplock baggy to smell whenever I want. You've captured it well here. -chuck
and for some of us... we have become the fall! beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Tis an exquisite poem Smoky...and thanks for nudging me out of my own autumnal slumber to come back to PH to check out your stuff again.