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.