Dressed To Chill.
Seasons change in many ways like our moods, dampened from hot to cold, from colorful to drab, from lovely to ugly and sometimes instantly or at other times slow
It is inevitable, the seasons come and go dressed in the accroutements that befit them.
" Dressed To Chill."
Autumn wears
a patchwork coat
she stole from
bits of Summer
green leaves dyed
to brilliant oranges,
yellows and reds
by the passage
of a seasonal Goddess
all strung and sewn
together by the
many silkworms
not yet in cocoons.
underneath the
glowing orange eye
of a harvest moon.
Autumn does not
pause in snatching
all of bright scraps
for its pleasure,
she flaunts her
fashionable outfit
like a model
on a catwalk
savoring its crinkly
organic material
tightly knitted in a
soft, deep pile
that forms a
magnificent robe
autumn treasures
beyond measure.
Her robe touches
the ground and spreads
breathtaking beauty
wherever it Falls
Quickly
Autumn dashes
fleet like the breezes
to meet the schedule
the seasons demand of her
flashing her coat tails
and spinning whirls
of flying colors in
a Kaleidoscope
of summers sheddings
far behind it.
Her new trench coat
is dragged
through gutters
over curbs and sidewalks
picking up all
the colorful
leaf pieces
gathered there
it's attire growing
larger as it
blows through
and covers every town
with a blanket of
crisp colors
Children chase its
remnants daily
laughing without care.
leaping with joy
in it's huge piles
Until winter comes
cruelly calling
with a frigid blast
reducing autumn
and all of the trees
that dressed her
to bare limbs
and a naked chill
that shivers
all those who
enjoyed the
insulation of
her temporal warmth
and all that is left
of Autumn's coat
lies in tatters
in the snow.
Soon enough comes
winter in a diamond
dazzled gown with
it's long train of
spotless white
all sewn together
by icicles which
are frozen needles
that nature
forces through
thick white blankets
pulling slivers of frost
through vast yards
of frigid cotton
as it stitches
winter's woe.
Autumn moves on
without a trace
left behind
as just a whisp
vanishing in a
whiteout
until nature bids
her to return
to be fitted with
a splendid new coat
long after the
buds of Spring and
the leavings of summer
are folded into
piles for her next
triumphant appearance.
Thus we all get to
observe two of
Mother natures
splendid fashion
shows in which
we all dress
in attendance
accordingly while
autumn and winter
parade by us yearly
Autumn wears
a patchwork coat
it stole from
bits of Summer
green leaves dyed
to brilliant oranges,
yellows and reds
by the passage
of a seasonal Goddess
all strung and sewn
together by the
many silkworms
not yet in cocoons.
underneath the
glowing orange eye
of a harvest moon.
Autumn does not
pause in snatching
all of bright scraps
for its pleasure,
she flaunts her
fashionable outfit
like a model
on a catwalk
savoring its crinkly
organic material
tightly knitted in a
soft, deep pile
that forms a
magnificent robe
autumn treasures
beyond measure.
Her robe touches
the ground and spreads
breathtaking beauty
wherever it Falls
Quickly
Autumn dashes
fleet like the breezes
to meet the schedule
the saesons demand of her
flashing her coat tails
and spinning whirls
of flying colors in
a Kalidiacscope
of summers sheddings
far behind it.
Her new trench coat
is dragged
through gutters
over curbs and sidewalks
picking up all
the colorful
leaf pieces
gathered there
it's attire growing
larger as it
blows through
and covers every town
with a blanket of
crisp colors
Children chase its
remnants daily
laughing without care.
leaping with joy
in it's huge piles
Until winter comes
cruelly calling
with a frigid blast
reducing autumn
and all of the trees
that dressed her
to bare limbs
and a naked chill
that shivers
all those who
enjoyed the
insulation of
her temporal warmth
and all that is left
of Autumn's coat
lies in tatters
in the snow.
Soon enough comes
winter in a diamond
dazzled gown with
it's long train of
spotless white
all sewn together
by icicles which
are frozen needles
that nature
forces through
thick white blankets
pulling slivers of frost
through vast yards
of frigid cotton
as it stitches
winter's woe.
Autumn moves on
without a trace
left behind
as just a whisp
vanishing in a
whiteout
until nature bids
her to return
to be fitted with
a splendid new coat
long after the
buds of Spring and
the leavings of summer
are folded into
piles for her next
triumphant appearance.
Thus we all get to
observe two of
Mother natures
splendid fashion
shows in which
we all dress
in attendance
accordingly while
autumn and winter
parade by us yearly
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
