There is a kind of poetry for fall which are often referred to as as autumnals. Here is one such. You may listen to me read the poem via the link below.

As the sun sets behind her further shore,
The Gold of Evening ricochets
Off the rippled surface of Lake Arzu
Her silver sparks pierce,
With desire’s cool arrows
Even as the golden warmth
Of light and water 
Warms and comforts
Evening’s whisper.

The beat of beauty breaks my heart
And longing wells up in tears with the grand
Greatness of this moment’s grace
Bright as gold.
Unseen by those whose heads are
Bent down with the busy,
Whose faces are washed
In the silver light of screens
Which carries them away
On threads of comment and envy,
The Beauty grows me
Grateful.

I sit in the slow and wait…
Watching the sunset shimmer on the lake.

When.
When will the Beauty stay?
When will I not be driven away
By dusk
And the dark of ending day
But rise full and free into 
The Day upon day
Which breaks with joy and grace
Full of love and play?

O the grace of color,
Of reflecting water and sky
And the fullness which resonates 
For all I have received.

And you, my golden girl.
The Silver sparkles on the waves of your hair
In this evening’s light,
Whose smiling eyes,
Creased with time and care,
Whose spirit is as bright and light as the sky,
Who gives, who holds me here above the flood,
We sit suspended on this shore
Midst gleam and gold,
And watch and wait and listen
To Evening’s whisper.

© Randall Edwards 2020.