AUBURN PARADE

AUBURN PARADE

In an orchestra and symphony of leaves fluttering,fireplaces crackling, hope flickering in the honeyed realms,

I waltz into the enchanting horizons and jewel-toned wilderness

Behold! Autumn limbers in with the grace of a soft serenade

As a triumphant season in an auburn parade

In all her bridal finery of shimmering carnelian, carmine, coral and gold

She's a splendour of vibrant hues and glory untold

The October wind whispers her song,

Mellow lullabies straining and long

Heartbroken trees, stand tall and bare

Shedding rainbow tears dissolving into the sable quilt of mulch ochre.

Guitar-strumming with you around bonfires under starry skies

With a banquet of plum wine, cranberry jams and spiced pumpkin pies

Fragrance of cinnamon, citrus and frankincense floats like a dream

While we sip mulled apple cider or hot chocolate with marshmallows and cream

Russet, caramel, tawny and decadent mocha brown—

Against a warm cherry glow of the wintry sun

Maple leaves ebony, umber, hazel, in rhythm, pirouette like a marvel

How bewitching is this burnished home-spun carnival !

Embracing the sepia sunlight and thick mists of fog roll,

Amidst decors of pinecones, potpourri wreaths, Jack-o'-lanterns and resplendent hues of fall

As autumn preserves the acorns and holly-berries before a hibernating slumber

An earthy aroma of chilling fall rain is my steady anchor

A rime spangled crisp breeze plays a choir fantasia

Showering me with a confetti of leaves amethyst, sienna and fuchsia

I revel in this coppery bronze, woodsy musk nostalgia

Until spring bursts forth again with a bountiful floral cornucopia!

Pic Courtesy: Image by Sunny Daye from Pixabay

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