Ode To Autumn (I'M In Awe Of Fall) Poem by David Whalen

Ode to Autumn

Pumpkins on porches, cut cruelly into ferocious faces
Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies
Hands held out as if praying, to crackling fireplaces
Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies

Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane
While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain
Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound
As if In anxious anticipation of graceful descent to the ground

As Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees
To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright
With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze
Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight

Autumn leaves burning, create aromatic auras so sweet
Crisp air numbs kid’s noses, toes and their feet
Once strutting Tom Turkey now reclines in the oven
Exuding the aroma that everyone’s lovin’

Autumn’s a time of renewal
Preparing for change and transition
Mother nature shedding summer green
and doffing brown tradition

Summer, winter and spring are beautiful seasons
And in them I find much of delight
But Autumn’s the season that I’ve come to love
Because everything about it …
is just right