Autumn Serenade
 




Even the sad fluting of crickets
Has somehow found a unique place
In this splendid season full of life
My soul cannot help but embrace
They too must hear the whispers
Of the chill lingering in the wind
Indian summer's heated temptation
Makes it easy to otherwise pretend
That twirling leaves first promenade
Is merely a teasing frisky summer wind


Alas the sad fluting of crickets
Sing the countdown to fall's debut
Neither calendar nor time will stop
The colorful cascade from autumn's lute
My soul intrigued by season's serenade
Longs to dance in sync with falling leaves
Life within me inspired by season anew
Within my heart summer never leaves
Autumn rushes in sets leaves and I free
In the dance of changing circumstance
It's all about how we choose to perceive


And I chose to leave those sad crickets behind
To waltz and sashay like a leaf upon the breeze
Twirling in rhapsody to autumn lute's serenade



Heather Hazlett
September 14, 2010


Written for FreeVerse Phrase: 'sad fluting of crickets'
Hosted by: Cherry Connett



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