The Fickleness of Autumn

Through the filigreed golden veil of dawn
October drifts in on a seductive breeze
kissing the wavering vibrant leaves,
hovering, unsure of what hues will please
the fickleness of the autumn season.

Mornings fresh and brisk evoke, a yearning
for my tattered sweater, wrapped in its folds
where the faintest scent of last night’s fire
warms my soul in the fleeting cold.

Each afternoon in the leaf scattered garden
dappled shadows grace the etched stone walls
taunting the geckos to come out and play
before the abrupt ending of a perfect fall day.

As twilight’s brush paints the western sky
with an artist’s brilliant palette
blending red, orange, purple and yellow
on the canvas of a deepening turquoise sky
the sun in sadness relents, and sighs a long goodbye.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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44 Comments on “The Fickleness of Autumn

  1. I am absolutely in love with your opening lines, Linda! ❤️ Such poetic brilliance and the use of color in “blending red, orange, purple and yellow on the canvas of a deepening turquoise sky,” really gives one an insight into the feelings Autumn evokes. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 🙂

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  2. “a yearning for my tattered sweater” just a longing for that feeling of warmth, the comfortable embrace, even the smell of last night’s fire. Has a definite feeling of fall.

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  3. The bonfire, the sweater – comforting and yes, Autumn can bring great joy and … disappointment. Last year the leaves all fell off before they turned color! I think this year will be glorious.

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  4. The bonfire, the sweater – comforting and yes, Autumn can bring great joy and … disappointment. Last year the leaves all fell off before they turned color! I think this year will be glorious.

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