Autumn is my Song
A distinctive sound in the wind...
that courtship with Summer that always ends
the golden oldie chanting a beautiful song
chorus filled with hot numbers
a sweet shanty
song and dance
A jealous jive
Verse after verse soothing to the ear
The note that shreiks...
Winter is almost here
Spring's very vocal number
won raves in it's day
Thunder crashed
and lightning flashed
across the sky
As summer's lullabies jived
line by line
falling in right on time
Pieces of poems could be found
in the bright evenings tide
and resting on the scorching sands
Tunes warbled softly
in ears of waiting hearts
skatebords flipping beats
As foilage thrived
providing plenty of food to eat
All a pretext to Autumns plate
we prepare to eat
Excuse me if I don't miss Summer
I had my fun
I just couldn't take the heat
Her verses sounded like curses
I strained to hear
I personally was glad
that Autumn was near
Prosaicism....
Sure it is
Soon it will be Christmas, too
when we all sing ballads of blessings
canticles of cheer
Chorus after chorus of children's dittys...
Happy Holidays,
Santa Claus is here