And Autumn Comes { In Tribute To Robert Frost }
By Frank James Ryan Jr
And Comes Autumn…
with its addendum of cover and colour.
And as nature unfurls its myriad of jewels
there be majique of ineffable bounty,
widening eyes, and broadening smiles –
reminding us all of the credence that lies
in that ole cliché,
”change is good”!
And Comes autumn…
with its eventide’s on breeze of whistle-song,
and in its’ every angle of the cool rainfall
there be genesis
of soothe and sweet,
quenching the yearning thirst of dry harvests,
nourishing the mercurial mind of a Poet like Frost-
to take pen in hand and heart, dab the Poets canvass,
fleck an autumn scape grandeur, pure, indelible.
And Comes autumn…
with her warnings of winters nascent wrath;
every lost, crisped, fallen leaf-
speaks of Death to a season of vibrance
beckoning us to appreciate Autumn’s laconic treasures,
earth-tones, harvest, hickory and the scent of Douglas Fir
that we breathe with Christmas thought, Winter majique.
And, we’ll long as we’ll wait
the pass of three more seasons-
until along comes autumn
Autumn comes again.
