ODE TO AUTUMN

A/N: This is a poem in honour of my favourite season: AUTUMN.

Golden light suffuses the sky

And the wind speaks in a sigh.

The trees cast off their leaves;

They spin to the ground, surprising my eye

With so many brilliant, warm hues.

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The heavens become grey,

And many birds know that the day

Has come for them to seek the sun

In warmer countries miles away.

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I stretch my arms, and with the leaves,

I, too, tilt, turn, whirl and dance;

And if a leaf comes my way by chance,

I take it, and breathe in its scent,

And the air whispers: "Autumn!"

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The trees, fastened to one place,

Are ridding themselves of a summer face

And extending bare branches to the sky

As they prepare for repose.

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And I, having danced my dance of liberty

To my heart's content, retire to the window,

To watch the rain and the leaves,

Seeing how a heavy cloud heaves

Its load of water far above the mysterious trees…

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Autumn beauty, so unique!

Autumn wind, so wild!

Autumn atmosphere, awakening

A sense of freedom and wonder in me!

Autumn, lovely autumn!