Autumn's Last Hurrah

A sonnet about fall - for Gervic's Verdant Poetry contest.

Autumn’s Last Hurrah
Jessica Marie

The calm lake reflects fall’s fiery furry,
oranges and reds lit ablaze from September’s sun.
Wooden tables, moss covered, watch and worry;
lest they forget, people with cameras flock and run.

Puffy white clouds never fail with their tricks;
for an hours’ time, the fire’s intensity subsides,
falling into purple and blue eddies—time slowly ticks
away where winter’s white is a life/death divide.

Yet, with an intensity that rages, comes sadness
that birds’ and squirrels’ music will cease for winter;
their mania amongst the leaves brings madness—
a countdown before long nights and short days splinter.

And yet, there is a calm in Autumn’s last hurrah
as the picnickers and hikers with cameras sigh “ah”.