thoughts [poetry book vol. 1]

13 // autumn

POEM #13: AUTUMN

Autumn's crown is made of tender gold,
Her kingdom, a sign of the sweeping tide,
As the smoke prepares to hide in the woods,
The season's beauty is nature's delight.

The fields will soon bloom, in amber red,
And the rain will glow as a heavy guest—
The standing reapers will sing their final tune,
As the leaves are laid to their eternal rest.

Beneath the ground, the roots are still,
As squirrels play and sleep on the grass,
I find in Autumn's transient summits—
Something no other season will ever surpass.