in the wheel of earth’s years
we watch as Autumn’s clock
tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod
September petal’d seconds
frosty trees bleed scarlet hours
through veins of October leaves
amber minutes wither and fall
drifting in November’s breeze
and the silent strike of midwinter
turns December’s snowflake gears
—Terri Guillemets
this time of year, October-blood
runs through the veins of autumn —
a slowing heartbeat, longer breaths
shorter days, golden light, scarlet leaves
warm hearts and sanguine thoughts
—Terri Guillemets
October’s Autumn
casts a gentle light
and a calm serenity
before the stark
barrenness of Winter
is born to November
—Terri Guillemets
It’s peeking ’round the corner,
playing hide and seek —
I see its icy fingers,
a frost’d rosy cheek.
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
The wild things are stilling
Colors mute and leave.
—Terri Guillemets