Poem of the Week: Season’s Turn

I actually started writing this poem last week, but because I had company for a few days, the weekly poem took a hiatus for a week. I’m sorry about that. But I’m back now, and this week’s poem is sort of still in line with what I felt last week. That summer is ending, and Autumn is beginning.

The days over the last week have been glorious. Not too hot, with a slight chill in the air in the morning and evening, but during the day the sun has blazed down. It’s actually been far nicer this month than August, if you can believe it.

But there are hints at the changing season. Yes, the slight chill is one of them, but I’ve also noted leaves beginning to fall, some beginning to change colour, and the light is changing, becoming more golden and hazier. It is the end of Summer, and part of me is sad for that.

That’s not to say I don’t like Autumn, which I do. I’m looking forward to next week when The Great British Bake-Off begins – a late Summer/early Autumn appearance. I have started watching Gilmore Girls, which has a distinct Autumnal vibe. I’ve worn my Autumn jacket a few times also, even if I had to take it off after getting too hot. But that’s the thing, it’s that in-between period you don’t know what to dress for. Or maybe that’s just me.

In any case, this week’s poem is all about the turning of the season from Summer to Autumn. 

I hope you like it.

Seasons Turn

A shimmering sun is blazing here
Drifting into the atmospheric sphere
Heat blazing, these late summer days
Firing up the earth in a delightful haze

September rolls around every year
Filled with light and autumn cheer
Berries alight on every branch
And through the darkened nights we launch

There’s a golden touch now to the air
And a chill to the breeze of that I swear
Yet these days are filled with warmth
Even as the wind blows down from ‘tup north

The haze is flowing, shifting soft
And I watch the birds as they fly aloft
Tumbling, wheeling, a shrieking cry
As the sun blazes down from up on high

My feet are careless, tiptoeing along
Over pebbles, listening to the song
Of the waves sweeping over, under the sky
The chill in the waters begins with autumn nigh

I stare at the seasons, changing now
Watch as the summer takes a final bow
The condensation on the window sill
The soft feel of jumpers sort of gives me a thrill

So I curl up against the oncoming dark
Listening to the ocean, the sound so stark
I smile as the leaves begin their turn
The colours and sights, of that I yearn.

Kate @ Kandid Chronicles x


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