Field and stream raise melodies of autumn.
Summer rests her repute on laurels earned,
When sunlit moods kept hearts off rock bottom
And dances with gloom were with ease unlearned.
Tired old Moon paints summer’s eulogy
Across thin clouds in starlit firmament,
While earthbound allures postpone glum elegy—
For summer’s end does not deserve lament.
Much as I brace for bouts with winter blues,
Summer signs off with brightly flowered flourish
And woodland holds back motley blaze of hues
That, come rain or shine, my heart does cherish.
Autumn draws nigh and lays bare heart of gold;
Said purity once roused grows bliss hundredfold.
© Ilija Lukić 2023
Seasons come and go. As summer cedes dominion and exits stage left, her swan song emboldens woodland artistry to transition to early autumn hues. Said gentle yo-yo rides tug at heartstrings, lighten moods and encourage mortals to muse.
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