Autumn Poems
Autumn is the season-to-that the signals for the initiation of a gentler life, and it is time for harvesting the fruits sown at the beginning of the year. The variety of colors, which are obliged to fade and wither, and the cool weather has always inspired poets.
Here are five poems by Joy Autumn Cagil:
Autumn (A haiku chain)
falls from the sky
Scarlet leaves of bitterness
Soon the Harvest Moon
some shrill geese in flight
sluggish, as the brookthe juice
Gold turns sepia
Buckeyes rolling
Piles of cinnabar
on the rusty lawn
with the final farewell
a lonely heart break into
the bare arms of the oaks
Ballad Of The Wind
Among autumn leaves
Noise in thick frenzy
The wind sees the apple
and rises
with a heavenly voice.
"Rosy lush lips touching fingertips
the emerald green of the selected range
will sway gently to the markMoment
Luxury with weightlessness. "
Shiny, untouched,
A pigment of impetuous joy,
Awakening red delicious,
Melody floating on the wind,
cozy
the vanity of the election.
"Rosy lush lips touching fingertips
the emerald green of the selected range
It was easy, mark on the moment;
would have you think you catch the wind?
The color of dreams offense
when the grass is kneeling on cushions in the fall
miss the harvestIn a rotten mush
but on reflection, it is worth it all.
More than that life is important
the vanity of a kiss
Beauty is a madness, if
when the wind blows. "
Autumn Rain
The autumn rains
Spread Nail Polish
about the city
to shine on
the sidewalks,
ask the flat world
alive
and shape, without
Stocks and bonds.
But the traffic was hectic
and the people were stackedDominoes.
Frizzled in kiosks
Tabloids are
on paper boats
and went on the sails
in the gutter,
Prevent accidental
Feet in boots.
Because the traffic was hectic
and the people were stacked dominoes.
Then imposed the rain Authority
on the screens
Pitter Patter with their feet
Poetry attack
for a small change in
Focus
To create a change in
Result.
However, the traffic wasRush
and the people were stacked dominoes.
At Crabapple Beach
Before overrun Crabapple Beach
during sleep to dream
of the summer people
whoever desert again
I scoop the sand into the arches
my feet dangling and
under the rising moon,
without fear of the Beach Bums,
the cool water,
or anything else, except
Drowning
in the sea between
me and the world.
Therefore, I look
Tracesof life in
well-lit beach-house-window:
steaming soup on the stove,
white flowers in a coffee cup,
two lovers in an embrace,
slim volumes of poetry
on the windowsill,
promises an eternity of simple pleasures
Souls with their own pain.
And I remember an awkward moment
if based on a late autumn night,
Crab on the beach,
a little girl wrote her first verse,
her first news broadcast for the world,
with a sigh,As I said, "I do"
to a lifelong marriage
of clumsy words scribbled out of her mind,
and she felt the earth move
beneath their feet
before night-gusts barreled through,
Inserting icicles in the sand.
Mute Autumn
They met in a dream
The fireflies flicked in quick farewell
and farmers gathered abundant harvests
in the context of a fragile SO
While rust can be varied between color and reflection,
WhispersRumors as she fell,
warming her hands by the fire of their heart,
watching him is on the board across the pond.
He, a bird migration, she, a deep-rooted pasture
speechless, thinking of merger
of two separate species
in a unique world.
In straw-filled terraces,
never have enough nerve to speak,
Delicious, Gala, Rome, Winesap,
Cortland, Jonathan, a fluke harvest
she held the apples one by one
and she pressed them into glitteringCider
try to charm him with her drink.
In this season of colorful shadows
has been developed so skillfully, the illusion is art
the emotions so strong, so the psyche intimidated.
Perhaps, she froze as the dark pond,
also full of secrets;
perhaps he did not hear their silence.
But then it was just a dream
a dream that is not about certificates
to sleep.
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