The Allure of Autumn Trees

As sizzling skies of summer

dispensed its heat through hills,

October launched its chilly reign

exchanging heat for chills.  

Majestic trees of birch, in sway,

along the distant trail,

released a mass of florid leaves

that mounted in the dale.  

Each silent, spinning parasail,

rotating through their whirls,

nose-dived as a regiment

plunging down in twirls.  

Yet if a blitz of bitter snow

must always make a stance,

winter flakes cannot replace

my autumn tree romance.  

Reviews

[emipoemi]

This is beautifully written, and ends with a killer line. The musicality is also fluid enough, but the only line that doesn't work is "for many leaves fallen" (it's missing a "have" or to have the "fallen" be before "leaves"....and tweak the second line accordingly). Other than that - well done!!

[PaleWriter]

Thanks for pointing that out. It would sound better with a 'have' in there. Thanks for reading.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I love the last stanza!

A colorful seasonal poem ending with the promise of winter arriving soon. Very visual and scenic with nature in mind.
Nice graphic image, too.

[PaleWriter]

Thanks Josie.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

You are welcome.

[Cat]

So beautiful! Truly a perfect piece.

[PaleWriter]

Thank you Cat.

[Ruth]

A season of glorious beauty...a poem of wonderment, tangible and visual, leaves an energy :)

[PaleWriter]

Thank you very much.

[Angeliki Largatzis]

This is indeed very beautiful, the style gives off a very peaceful feeling and I could imagine everything you've described so beautifully.

[PaleWriter]

Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it.

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

Ahhh, this is lovely. Beautifully descriptive with excellent rhythm, rhyme and flow.

[PaleWriter]

Thank you very much.

[C. MacCormack]

My favorite season beautifully transcribed.

[PaleWriter]

Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but they sure go down in a blaze of glory---all that beauty as those leaves die and get pushed from the tree....

like people...we seem to notice the colors of their lives so much more towards the end...the appreciation often comes too late...when that north wind blows and their lives chill to death.

October is my favorite month...crisp, clean...and there is love, even with the death of summer on the horizon.

[PaleWriter]

That's a great review Jacob, thank you.

[jeannemarie coulter]

exquisite...your words are an honorable tribute to the mystery of fall...thank you

[PaleWriter]

I appreciate the review, thanks.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Sloom shoo, that's wonderful.
The whole poem is delightful.

[PaleWriter]

Glad you liked that part, thanks for the review.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

You're Welcome!