Autumn's Kiss..
The Autumnal nip is in the air,
as days are passing swiftly by..
Where did the Summer slip away?
as her flowers fade and die..
I felt the change within the air..
The season begins to slowly drift..
And then for me, it was confirmed,
when on my skin, her Autumn's kiss.
Entering this world of ours..
I was born in Autumn's arms..
And as I grew, September-child,
Her season's beauty brought such charm..
So sad as I may seem to be,
that Summer's wonder, now takes flight...
I welcome her Autumnal kiss..
My heart rejoices at the sight..
So let me wander through the lanes..
Surround me with your cloak of gold..
And burnished leaves, like coloured gems,
scattered, by the breezes roll..
And I will step among your gown,
of russet red and orange hues..
Delighting in your fiery tones..
as tumbling leaves you start to lose..
So let this child, September-born,
embrace your Autumn palette fine..
And though I know you're soon to rest,
as Winter's not so far behind..
To observe her final flourish..
Let me write of Autumn's bliss..
As this morning I arose,
and felt the touch of Autumn's kiss..
Copyright Photographic Image/Poem B D. Borresen .August 2011.
as days are passing swiftly by..
Where did the Summer slip away?
as her flowers fade and die..
I felt the change within the air..
The season begins to slowly drift..
And then for me, it was confirmed,
when on my skin, her Autumn's kiss.
Entering this world of ours..
I was born in Autumn's arms..
And as I grew, September-child,
Her season's beauty brought such charm..
So sad as I may seem to be,
that Summer's wonder, now takes flight...
I welcome her Autumnal kiss..
My heart rejoices at the sight..
So let me wander through the lanes..
Surround me with your cloak of gold..
And burnished leaves, like coloured gems,
scattered, by the breezes roll..
And I will step among your gown,
of russet red and orange hues..
Delighting in your fiery tones..
as tumbling leaves you start to lose..
So let this child, September-born,
embrace your Autumn palette fine..
And though I know you're soon to rest,
as Winter's not so far behind..
To observe her final flourish..
Let me write of Autumn's bliss..
As this morning I arose,
and felt the touch of Autumn's kiss..
Copyright Photographic Image/Poem B D. Borresen .August 2011.