Leafall Revisited

Leafall

Far away the crows are cawing;

By our house the day is falling.

The west wind wanders by our door

And red leaves litter forest floor.

 

Black crickets play a spindly song

That dead leaves seem to dance upon.

The fields are full of harvest hay,

That gleam gold at the end of day.

 

The winter winds are far away;

We sense them in the fading rays.

They'll come as surely as a tide,

Though blazing colors cold deny.

 

Under the autumn stars the light

Is passing softly from our sight;

Flying colors swiftly fleeting,

Glowing, golden, slowly bleeding.

 

Summer treasure saved and spent,

We wonder where its wonders went.

Now come the silver days and nights

With silver stars and silver light.

 

Skies grow ever slate and gray;

Longer nights and shorter days.

We build the bonfire in our hearts

To keep alive the summer sparks.

 

Until shall pass the longest dark

And once more on a vernal morn

We’ll walk in fresh fields newly born,

On green adventures to embark.

 

Updated: 9/8/ 2024

Notes

I've published a version of this poem here before, but today I've written three more verses to add two it; the last three, in fact. Although it's not technically Fall yet, I cerainly feel the fell of Fall though I do not see the beast itself.