ADIEU TO NOVEMBER 2019 By Polly Guerin

Must I say, too soon, Adieu to lovely autumn?
The calm repose of sun kissed days awesome

Stealing gently into the harvest of the year
I can still hear autumn dancing in the sphere

Crisp sunburn leaves soothe the troubled heart
Stave off the weary cares before they even start

The sweet chill of pumpkin spices linger long
The world is full of chirping happy bird song

With childlike wonder autumn's magic hour
Brought cartoon floats above the city bougher

The season ignites hospitality in the heart
And the congenial flame of charity to start

With great cheer assembled for the merry feast
Gathered folks with gratitude to say the least

I heard a thousand blended roaring notes
A frigid blast bore down with chilling strokes

Then, here's to the steadfast, brave oak tree
It stands with its pride, hale green for thee

Tuck November's  story inside a keepsake box
And save autumn's treasures to later unlock

Remember the sweet chill of autumn so dear
Return to its pleasures, again, but next year!




  

ADIEU TO OCTOBER 2019 By Polly Guerin

Soft light, the calm repose of Autumn days
I smell Autumn dancing in October's phase

The trees were dressed in autumn splendor
Yellow saffron, ginger cream, chestnut hues

The Ashes, Oaks and Maples, an even many more
The leaves by hundreds did carpet the forest floor

With the gentle chill, an the crisp sunburnt leaves
Then sweet golden kisses were all over the trees

The bird's came back to take a backward glance
To marvel at nature's glory in striking balance

Soothing life's weary to take comfort and rest
October began a magical month, the very best

A timeless time to press forward with the new
And treasure autumn memories and then renew  

Yet, I still smell the sweet aroma of the pumpkin patch
And everyone,  a trick-or treater, opened up the latch

Columbus Day brought poignant pause to reflect
And remember those who reside in forlorn rest

Though some stormy weather dashed our dreams
The brilliant light returned in sun-kissed streams

Alas we must turn back the clock, brings the blast
Ti's sad that the sweet Autumn days could not last.