Autumn.
Season we never had,
Autumn.
But just for fun,
I look around and pick up a few,
good enough
for a rare autumn feel.
As flowers stop offering colour to nature,
leaves come in to redefine the colour
of yellow, red and brown,
before Winter comes
to paint all white.
Season we never had,
Autumn.
But just for fun,
I look around and pick up a few,
good enough
for a rare autumn feel.
As flowers stop offering colour to nature,
leaves come in to redefine the colour
of yellow, red and brown,
before Winter comes
to paint all white.
~ bangchik
Not quite the same though
ReplyDeleteYes, this is how a tropical autumn looks like.
ReplyDeleteA very nice and poetic way to put it. Autumn comes differently to you.
ReplyDeleteTropical autumn --wow. I do enjoy our colors in the fall.
ReplyDeleteCey Waahh....nice poem. It is a poem right?
ReplyDeleteTime flies... it is October already! I just cut away my dried sweet potato vine... all yellow yesterday due to the hot hot sun ;-( It is really not a good candidate for my garden.
ReplyDeletebangchik,
ReplyDeleteI like this poem you added. Can I send you some snow?
Rosey
JOANNE, BELLE, MARY, JANET, OCEAN GIRL[LISA], STEPH, ROSEY.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments. We can never have autumn over here in the tropics. Blutonists in northern hemisphere seem to be flashing out their autumn feel, so I join in chorus, displaying whatever we have in the garden for a glimpse of beautiful autumn feel.
A crude poem by a part time gardener with a background in Civil Enginnering.... crude and rough!.. aha.
Cheers
~bangchik
Putrajaya Malaysia