Collapse into me, Summers golden kisses.
On the peripheral of winter’s yet to bes.
Infuse deep within me, the warmth of your hues.
Serenade me with your gentle rustlings.
I melt into your transition,
Following your lead, ever changing.
Enchanted, entranced, with each shifting breeze,
At Autumn’s liberation…
©Elizabeth Dianne Allee
Image credit: https://www.deviantart.com/art/Empire-of-Autumn-334208234
The symphony shifts
From light to dark
Natures instruments are exchanged
New players come out
In harmonic unity
Day to night, few notes the same
Some of the birds
Ride out the transition
Maintaining their flutes a while
But the night owls asserts
Their nocturnal superiority
And cry heavy above their delicate style
Crickets chirp with vigor
Piercing and steady
In a dominating rhythm
While the resting await the dawn
To reignite day’s songs
And so goes symphonic repetition