Fall Never Waits!

by Steven Thompson
(Methuen, ma 01844)

Grasping, gently, I feel you today,
Stingingly cold, you take my breath away,
The green hue is fading,fading quite fast,
But, Your Majesty pours colors that won't last.

As quick as the breeze had swept me by,
Your burnt leaf was whispering "let me fly",
My ears would tingle for the sound made me shiver,
While pumpkins were plumping, their leaves would just quiver.

Broken, red apples exposed to their very seeds,
Wormed, bruised, rejected left to the bees.
Later, at dusk the branches are weaving,
An eerie vision as the stems they are cleaving.

Come with me now for autumn is calling,
Yellow, orange, red and pale green are falling,
Listening, seeing, Fall Never Waits,
We have lost it all now to the Winter's Fates.