Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down
The fleeing clouds have cleansed the tawny earthen meadows
Migrating sun doth steal away waning light of summer’s glee
High atop fir boughs bow in whispered homage
To the sapience the coloured leaves hath gleaned
The sweet scent of auburn brindled pinecone clusters
Ooze of glistening fruity-resinous pitch
Sticky figured squirrels chatter while they gather,
Stashing away a survival cache of spinners and acorns
For another moment in sleepy winter tide dreams
A swirling eddy of spiraling leaves whirl beneath the tall timber
Fluttering gracefully with a gravity only falling leaves behold
Enchanting like the evanescent timbre poignant piano notes decay
Falling silent as summer Jasmine’s fragrant final bloom
Dandelion wishes soaring higher
To kiss the fleeting winged skies
Lazily adrift up and over Cascade Mountain Crest
Fuzzy treetop flyers ascending beyond
The golden harvest moon’s blossom ,…
To wish upon a shooting star
Serendipity sown about
whimsically in the wind
For to reap the will of heart’s desires
A troop of Chickadees clinging like tiny acrobats
Foraging on ripened ginger hued fir-cone seeds
Waving goodbye to the deciduous cadence
Softly wafting with a pungent Lavender potion scented breeze
There is a secret place where memories hide deeply alive
Amongst the wild wood and impending leafless trees
Where Autumn coloured leaves whisper in the gentle breeze ,…
“I would do it all over again”
Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down
© Harlon Rivers ... September 15th, 2016
Sometimes life takes us away to places and difficult times of misunderstanding… causing side effects beyond our control that can knock us off the grid. I’m only human -- Creative writing has been a bittersweet catharsis since early adolescence, often purging a misunderstood life into music and poetry.
