Autumn's emotions...

Yes, autumn is definitely a poetry-trigger - a mood-swinger.

Is it the colouring of the trees into their treasury glory, and the graceful gliding of the leaves through darkening skies? Is it the yearning to be free like those leaves - and like the dashing, darting swallows, diving through the sunset towards the invisible, unimaginable elsewhere? Is it the beauty and grace or autumn, or its frail, ephemeral nature, that sets us ruminating, rummaging for pens and paper? Or is it the whole caboodle, trembling in suspense together like a bubble, that thrills us - makes us hold our breath, holding hard onto haunts of summer while bracing ourselves for the snap - winter's snap?

It's a time for art and music too, for gazing up at the turbulent sky and hearing the howls of how? and why?... but I'm falling into rhyme again... time to stop!

More autumn poems on their way to various pages here.