O Fall Glorious: Autumn Poems and Photographs
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."— Albert Camus
Fall is my is my favorite season and I love to write about it. It's a bittersweet time of year because the final result of all the glories of fall is death, dormancy, and winter. However, it's worth it to enjoy the spectacular glory of autumn fire.
Following are poems I have written about the fall season.
A Sudden Nip in the Air
There is a sudden nip in the air.
Where it came from I know not where.
Summer yawned just yesterday
Without a word she slipped away.
Brisk transition of the weather
now must we don cozy sweater.
Evening air has bruskly changed
firewood in stoves arranged.
Sparky, snapppy, crispy, chilly
Come the fall winds willy-nilly.
Trees molt their leaves away,
Fall aroma of sweet decay.
Palls of smoke hover neighborhoods,
Coyotes yip-howl in nearby woods.
Kitchens wafting pumpkin and spice,
The smell of bubbling stews entice.
The bite of cold, abrasive and raw,
Autumn gelid, now the law.
© 2018 Lori Colbo.
The chilly breath of autumn
With wood smoke in the air
Kaleidoscopes of leaves
Cascade of blazing fire.
Fog settles in the forest,
Dampness to my bones,
Send leaves on a voyage
Over country roads.
Little children's feet
Crunch and swish
On leafy piles,
sparking gleeful laughter.
Cool night, moon bright
Owls haunt the night.
Orbs of pumpkins
Gourds of squash
Cobs of colored corn,
Savory soups and stews
In crock pots simmer
Triggering hunger pangs.
Lonely, winsome, mysterious fall.
Trembling, quivering, scarlet and gold.
One last shutter, let go.
Whirl, spin, flurry to death.
Glorious free fall to final rest.
Loamy, earthen, heady bouquet.
Shuffling, whispering, leafy day.
Resonant autumn birdsong.
Yawning time, hours long.
Nippy air, gathered collars warm.
lungs inhaling alarm.
Basking, reveling, in artwork of God.
Flourishing, riotous, last hurrah.
© 2010 Lori Colbo.
stains of autumn fire.
season of glory.
portent of death.
death knell tolls.
© 2013 Lori Colbo. All rights reserved.
See Autumn Mirrored Haiku
See Autumn mirrored
a technicolor river
© 2018 Lori Colbo.
God's Autumn Handiwork
The massive maple tree on the highway
is the first tree to turn color,
heralding autumn's approach.
All the other trees follow suit,
and soon the world is a work of art.
A palette of vermillion, amber, and sepia
dappled upon the canvas of fall.
God's autumn handiwork.
©2018 Lori Colbo.
Fall in My Home State
The pittering, pattering lyrics
of fall rain singing upon my windshield
in concert with the blustering, whooshing wind
serenade my sensibilities
The untamed gusts through the trees
whistle a thrilling aria
Winsome, the leaves trip the light fantastic
delirious and unbroken.
I am undone.
© 2018 Lori Colbo
My video of fall wind and rain through my windshield
What do you like most about autumn?
© 2010 Lori Colbo