the ending of summer beginning of fall

November, My Savior

Greetings, well haled November,
you have come, to rescue me
from this wretched, crumbled place.

It is nice to see you and I am glad,
you are the month
to carry me home,
& wrap me,
in your red-orange arms.

To kiss me
with a tinge of frozen burn,
and to dim my sight
with your silver fog,
bathe me in cleansing mists,
so I may be made clean again.

You will work wont you?
To purge my heart and mind,      
of these burdens born of War.

It is not too late!
I can be made strong,
and again a bright star,
strong and lean,
like the Birch tree.
Whose pale bark
so beautifully contrasts,
your warm yellow-brown hues.

Lay down for me,
your carpet of leaves,
rich and pure,
so my footsteps
may be worshipped
and be made worshipful.
Man must learn
your Holiness,
if he is to be made wise
and be saved.

I have waited so long!
And dreamt of your forest shrines,
in efforts to connect,
with the Earth's time of renewal,
the shedding and re-growth.
I am humble under your hand,
and wonder in your work.

Greetings dear November,
Master of Winter!
In your Grand footsteps
she vainly follows!
In meager efforts
to replicate your Grandeur & Holy form!

But manages only
to freeze
in mono-chrome blankets,
of cold snow,
with only slight graces
of ice and flake.
Her art is too finite,
her miracles too dire.  

She lamely covers the birds
who die in her grasp,
whom she has held too firmly,
with frosted veils.
She bows meekly,
to the Squire Spring,
the Prince of Life.

Dear November,
let our mortal songs
ring in symphonic tones,
in hosannas of tribute to your Majesty!

My gratitiude is infinite,
for your eternally
repeating gifts.

I will always remember you
and be in your debt,
for bringing me home,
to my safest of harbors,
the loving arms of my Angel.  

Thank you, Old Friend!

writtinginthedarck said:These are all very great writes keep going guys! You can add nore that one if you'd like.
Phone texting can create havoc on spelling.

Yessss haha

My feelings on this subject have already been summarized in Bob Seger's "Night Moves"...I have enjoyed reading what's been written so far though...good stuff.

Euphoric shell

There is a sparrow squeaking on window pane    
sun clayed silky by clouds,    
a leaf lost in spring    
for the night bloated into    
white lillies groan blank outside church garden    
wrinkled city crashes through grey traffic jams    
sublte sea drowses fragnance of mystic waves    
luring fountains across my softest ear    
swift morning song slides like    
snakes creeping insane feeble drying monument    
spirit a gentle beast in thousand stalking    
shawdows of satan's solemn hold babbling    
curses  
for end summer is scorching sugary pearl  
rediscovered from sunny  
shell's moon
blinding autumn's morrow.

“Remembering My Fall”
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/117/280965067_e55397e5b3.jpg
(Still Bewitched)

The revelry of the cicadas
grew shorter as did the days
with the changing colors.
The chilly-nip whispered
ancient circular-ways,
I wanted you to stay.

I remember well
your summer warmth,
the autumn day we first met.
You were so restless as
they prepared the cornfields
for the endless mazes.
The haze in the sky
did not hide the love
sparkling in your
jaded-eyes.

We heard laughter of the children,
trailing into the cooling air,
all their cares dissolved, like us.
The excitement was upon them,
the anticipation of new things.
They played queens and kings,
we dreamed a saga.
My love for you
floated like crinkled-leaves,
explosive colors
twirling,
swirling on the majestic-winds of time.

Oh darling,
I fell to Earth when you left me,
as it was in the witching season
and I am still without you,
bewitched.

Adrienne Young,
“My Love Will Keep (Forever)”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-1nWzAzlU0

Precursor to spring

Seeing those little buds
pink and white
the early bloomers
of sweet scent on the wind
Thank fuck winter is over
bring on spring

Seashell hunting

Balancing in the sand
while seashell hunting.
That's my summer ending.

Balancing in the sand
while the summer's ending.
That's my seashell hunting.

These where all very beautiful.  Congrats to dulcea and our winner up d poet.

Aww. Thanks for enjoying my ramblings

There were a couple works I thought would beat me for sure.
I appreciate it!