Autumn, Nature, Poetry

Amber Love | Autumn Poetry

Leah Chrestien
Creator: Adam Oehler
Stepping on a small wooden boat
rowing circles with two small hands;
swirling and swashing drowsy waters,
I glided past the autumnal lands.

The white sun was wry and mellow; 
the blue river looked darker now;
the stillness was often deafening - 
broken by crackling of the boughs.

I reached the vivid woodland shore
straight from a children's color book;
brown twigs, parched and orange leaves
floated down the babbling brook.

The yellow beech, the common oak
stood steadfast, unwilling to die -
the red maple trees, lovelier than ever,
enlivened the dour autumnal sky.

The ripened leaves fell one by one 
in heaves of golden showers;
by the river edge, bloomed fairy rose,
and wild chrysanthemum flowers.

Red amber rays, low sunken light,
peered through each barren branch;
lying on a heap of crunchy leaves
I watched them twirl and dance!

The wind swished thro' the forests
whistling plaintive lullabies
soon, the earth will go to sleep
and only with the spring, will rise.

And when the icy winter casts
spells with a silvery glow;
the woodlands will be draped in white
crowned with wreaths of snow.

© Copyright: Leah Chrestien. September 2023.  The post Amber Love | Poetry first appeared on The Ecstatic Storyteller. The author reserves the right to the content. No reproduction of content in any form is permitted without the prior consent of the author.

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I'm a data scientist currently working for IDC and living in Prague. In my free time, I enjoy travelling, photography, hiking, theatre and literature.

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