Fall. The Season Without the Need for Words
Anymore...
Summer is over
And fall has finally arrived
Time for poets, Bohemians and troubadours
Time to look at our surroundings
Time to watch the amber leaves fall
Time for introspection
Or to fall in love
Why not…
The scents of Mother Nature are calling for our senses to grow
Watch the river waters go, they have changed
Their flow is different
Just like your own
Slow
And the birds, oh! the birds
Are they singing Autumn songs?
Busy building new nests
Busy finding new loves
Autumn
The season rich without the need
for words
Without words...
We still have Fall.
About the Creator
Rene Volpi
Storyteller by nature since I was a kid, and I entertained everyone with my "expositions". Primitive, childish drawings and doodles, poems and prose that gave me immense pleasure to write. Thankfully, that continued until today. Cheers!
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Comments (2)
Beautiful poem! I love the way you capture the essence of fall, from the changing leaves to the birds singing new songs. The poem is also very introspective, inviting the reader to reflect on their own lives and changes.
Great job! Good work