Upon Autumn's Sleeve

Dear autumn sweet autumn
have you now come,
my old friend I dare to say,
each fallen leaf, from your time so brief,
brings to me long ago, oh do convey,

that moment from life, you made so sweet,
remember when with me you sat,
under harvest moons after long afternoons,
yes with autumn my time beget.

And here and there upon Autumn's sleeve,
my memories alive are burned deep within;
one simple gust of a tender autumn rush,
leaves me breathless, again and again.

That bristly breeze upon my cheek,
the aroma's, the sights, the prose,
when I close my eyes I feel it deep inside,
dearest autumn what joy you do bestow.

Oh autumn my autumn, you are my love,
thus for me you have never left,
you stay by my side and hear my cries,
and bring to be again, all I loved from the past....

Author Notes

Contest prompt: Burning Autumn, take it where you will What does this season invoke in you? Autumn as metaphor. The poems should not be simply about fall colors.

For me Autumn is my muse, my love, and holds with it all that is dear....
© Dawn Michelle. All rights reserved,September 21 2013