An Autumn Canvas

Autumn comes with cooler breeze
That tickles flowers, rustles leaves.
Warm by day, by night deceives,
Its temperate hand from heat relieves.

Birch and maples hint of gold,
Their vibrant green, hard-pressed to hold,
Will soon be snatched by wind too cold,
Replaced by orange and red, so bold.

The land is hushed, but busy still,
Pondering harvest, gardens tilled,
Except for pumpkin patches willed
To jack-o-lanterns, when they’re filled.

There’s something in September’s wind
That brings us close to earth again,
Preparing us for Summer’s end,
And Winter that’s just round the bend.

I’ll take these days–full, crisp and clear–
O’er summers heat, so hard to bear.
The scent of Autumn’s in the air,
Fall’s tapestry will soon hang there.

© 2007 Nancy Bond

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11 thoughts on “An Autumn Canvas

  1. It won’t be long now. You may already see it there.

    We’re starting to see a hint of color here and there, though we haven’t had a frost yet — that always seems to bring the color to its peak. :)

  2. “Fall’s Tapestry.” I’m all giddy about the images in my head these words produce. Autumn is splendid. Ahhh…..

    Autumn is splendid, indeed. :)

  3. I wish we got colors like that here. I’ll have to watch yours and live through the eyes of your camera. Although it is unseasonably cool here. Likely the tailspin the hurricane set the weather into.
    Brenda

    It was a brilliant day here today — a perfect summer day, in my books. Some cooler weather coming up in the next few days, but no frost yet. That should send the leaves into their fall finest.

  4. I’m savoring this last week of summer for as long as I can make it last. I see a hint of color on a few trees here already and even tho your poem is eloquent, as always, I’m just not ready!

    No, I know — it truly is a bittersweet time of year. Our summers seem so short.

  5. Even here in San Diego something’s in the air. To call it autumn seems premature, especially after reading your words and seeing your images of a REAL autumn approaching! Enjoy the days and the special kind of light that you see only this time of year…

    You’re right about that — perhaps that’s what Dickinson meant when she referred to ‘a certain slant of light’: “When it comes, the landscape listens, shadows hold their breath…”

  6. I know Autumn is coming but this last week has felt more like the beginning of August over here. I will probably be eating those words come next week. Just watch!

    Another wonderful poem Nancy. Thank you for sharing.

    I’m glad you enjoyed it, Cindy. :)

  7. Oh, Nancy that was lovely. I don’t believe I read your poems before. I was truly enchanted by how your poem captured my feelings for autumn. And it rhymed – not easy to do – a lot of poems sacrifice the honesty of the poem for the ryhme- but yours worked together like a charm.

    regards from the West Coast

    Hi Shauna! Thanks so much for stopping by…I hope you’ll return often. I do love to rhyme when I write poetry…it’s a challenge, if nothing else. :)

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