An Ode To Autumn — Humble Dedication to John Keats
#Seasoning
In reverence to the season’s mystic veil,
I craft this ode to autumn’s hidden tale,
Where leaves in whispered secrets sway,
In twilight’s embrace, they silently convey.
As summer’s warmth begins to fade and blur,
Autumn arrives, a silent sorcerer,
The sun retreats in shadows’ sweet embrace,
And ethereal winds kiss the earth’s face.
The orchards yield their treasures rare,
Apples and pears, a whispered prayer,
Beneath the branches, secrets abound,
In whispers of harvest, ancient and profound.
A tapestry of colors, shades unknown,
Nature’s magic in every leaf is sown,
The trees prepare for their mystic quest,
A journey into dreams, where spirits rest.
In the meadows, wildflowers entwine,
Their fragrant souls with the stars align,
A dance of hues, celestial and bright,
Autumn’s enchantment, a mystical rite.
The days grow shorter, the nights unfold,
Autumn’s mystique, a story untold,
In every leaf that dances in the night,
A realm of wonder, a hidden light.
So, let us embrace this mystic grace,
As autumn veils itself in cosmic lace,
In every moment, let us find,
The enchantment of fall, in the mystical mind.
