Soft golden light, now lower in the sky.
The sun's dazzling crown
Still bakes the earth,
But morning's dew,
With her gentle coat of
Glistening droplets
Stops the sun's sharp
Rays from drying out the
Grass held in comfort beneath.
*
The bees are tired,
And their piercing
Buzz has lost its urgency.
Sunrise comes later each day
And the striped workers
Find it harder to leave their warm nest.
But nectar is still sweet, and they must go.
*
The opera has come to a close
In the woods.
The guests are leaving
And so the trees begin
To quietly disrobe,
So slowly at first
That you'd barely notice
A gilded leaf,
Just swaying there
Among the paler green.
*
Autumn is a gentle guest,
Bringing warm colours
Like soft orange, mellow reds and muted yellow.
She draws forth nourishment,
In the form of sweet seeds, sharp berries and crisp apples.
She beckons us on
And we savour the soft melody.
About the Creator
Deborah Robinson
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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