My Favourite Season Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

My Favourite Season



The season of stark trees
Grey blown morning skies
Deceptively bright afternoons
My Autumn is coming soon.

Frost cracked glass
Driving in the darkness
The radiator belting heat
Sinking into my seat.

Dragon steam breath
And reindeer bitten noses
Air so crisp and clean
For a heartbeat, I am sixteen.

The walk home was brisk
To warm Milo and biscuits
My mother preparing a roast
I loved those days the most.

Or when I left the mountain
To follow my love into the suburbs
Those days when I braved the cold
All for my first love's hold.

And the nights when it rained
Or the wind howled hysterically
Only proved I was safe and warm
Beside the fire, far from the storm.

Then the days roll into April
The month that I was born
When I feel wild and free
Because the days are for me.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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