Autumn Tells The Story So Well

The rain drips down on an autumn mellow-scape.

 Leaves of gold tinged with death, but so beautiful in their final hour.

 In their passing a moment of joy, 

when passerby sees it's glory unfold. 

The raindrop like a magnifying glass exposes it's foliage,

Within a story so unique. 

A last beckoning cry to summer love and blue skies. 

It brings a haunting melody I sing year round, 

so sweet and melancholy the same. 

Of past and present and future oh I hope to be.

 I hope this picture bodes well for me. 

Ironies of time past and wishes for time to come.

 Alas a thrill awaits the heart still, so long as the rains and seasons persist.

 A gentle farewell to seasons ago, and greetings to a new path covered in snow.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' The rain drips down on an autumn mellow-scape. '

What a beautiful step forward into Autumn! Yes, its gold-tinged leaves suggest death but how lovely the crisp musical tread underfoot and the sharp early morning breeze on skin. Tis a time for music and touch and you've described it phrase by phrase so wonderfully. So hope as the snow thaws, the much wanted thrills creep into your life.

[Saruwa]

Exactly! Marvelous rendering of the meaning enclosed :)

[emmajoy]

Exactly, indeed!

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

This is a sweet reminisce, with cautious optimism of what's to come. Lovely imagery. Enjoyed!

[Saruwa]

Thank you Sharon! Exactly what I wanted to convey :)

[hanir]

Beautifully written. Esp the last part.. "A gentle farewell to seasons ago, and greetings to a new path covered in snow."

[Saruwa]

Thank you Hanir!