Autumnal Equinox

Bosemaster42's picture

In the blink of an eye, the days get shorter
the eve's turn cooler, my spine trembles.
The gun-shot sound of acorns falling,
A harbinger of the change of season.
As Autumn shades infuse the leaves,
Bittersweet vines turn orange, and red.
The milkweed leaves die-back and fall,
revealing silk-laden seed pods. Swept up,
by the wind settling upon the soil.
The cycle of life starts anew, perfectly.
Acrid scents, in the calm between the breezes,
the clock ticks down to the Autumnal Equinox.
So to, as it passes, days dwindle approaching
the winter solstice.

I was out with my dog last night and my eye caught the moon, I think it was three quarters full or pretty close. Anyway, I was inspired to write this last night. Feel free to critique or comment. I love feedback.


lonewolf678's picture


This is very nice. :-)
I can't wait untill Fall take full effect here, I abhor the heat.

Bosemaster42's picture


Yeah, I agree. This summer was kind of brutal.

radiosilence95's picture

I enjoyed this poem. A lot.

I enjoyed this poem. A lot. Reading it made me wish I could get back into the swing of writing poetry.

Autumn is my absolute favorite season. Summer is much too warm and the green is boring. Autumn is full of color and there's apple cider and pumpkin stuff and it's the perfect temperature for me.

Bosemaster42's picture


It's kind of funny how this came to be. I was out with my dog, Ember, and the moon caught my eye. I wound up staring at it for several minutes, entranced, then suddenly I was startled by an acorn popping off the hood of my truck. Sent a shiver down my spine. Yeah, fall is my favorite season. This summer was pretty warm and humid.