And Autumn Comes { In Tribute To Robert Frost }

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.