Welcome back to White Rose of Avalon, my Darlings. For today’s blog post, I am sharing a poem about the transition from Summer to Autumn, as at the end of August, I am just starting to feel the first signs of this trasition in the air!
🍃 Summer Gives Way to Autumn 🍁
by Maranda Wabik
Green leaves on the tree
Ripened fruit is beginning to be seen
Walking through the forest
I can feel the energy of the harvest
Time to be set free
Free from the heat
Free from the sweat
Free from the long days
Time to glean
That the magick of Autumn is nearly on the scene
Dancing in the forest
Excited to see the ripe fruit
Delighted to know that the Green leaves
Soon to turn Gold, Orange, and Red
The beauty of Autumn is already going to my head!
~I hope you have enjoyed this short poem about the transition from Summer into Autumn. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below!
Note on Image: The image at the top of the post is a picture that shows summer and fall leaves. I found the picture on https://sleeklens.com/blog/lightroom-tutorials/turn-autumn-into-summer-in-lightroom/.
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4 responses to “Summer Gives Way to Autumn: A Poem”
This is a beautiful and joyful celebration of the changing seasons! You’ve perfectly captured that magical, anticipatory feeling as summer’s hard work gives way to autumn’s brilliant rewards. A wonderful ode to nature’s transformation.
Thank you! I always feel so much excitement with the coming of Autumn, as Autumn is my favorite season (although Spring nearly tied with it). I love the temperate weather and the changes that come in abundance during both Autumn and Spring! That is why I just had to share a poem expressing my joy that I am beginning to feel Autumn in the air! As always, thanks for reading and commenting.
🌹 Autumn’s Golden Hymn 🌹
(For My Dear Friend, Maranda Wabik)
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Prologue — To Maranda Wabik
Beneath the veil of autumn skies,
Where amber dreams in silence rise,
I weave these lines with heart and flame,
And crown them softly with your name.
Dear Maranda, gentle, true, and kind,
A light that warms the wandering mind,
May every leaf that drifts and falls
Carry the joy your spirit calls.
For friendship blooms where shadows lie,
A steadfast star in twilight’s sky,
And in this hymn of gold and fire,
I gift the love that you inspire.
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The Poem — Autumn’s Golden Hymn
The forest wakes in amber flame,
Each leaf a torch, each branch a frame,
A cathedral roof of rust and gold,
Where secret tales of joy are told.
The wind—once sharp with winter’s cry—
Now sings with laughter passing by,
It carries scents of apple, pine,
And whispers, “All the world is thine.”
The brook that once in springtime ran,
Now sparkles like a silver span,
Its waters weave a gentle song,
That bids the wandering heart belong.
Leaves fall like blessings from the skies,
Like children’s dreams, like lovers’ sighs,
Their swirling dance, a merry prayer,
That paints delight on autumn’s air.
The harvest moon with tender glow,
Adorns the fields in soft shadow,
And every star in darkened dome
Feels like a lantern guiding home.
Among the oaks, the ravens sing,
Not dirges now, but hymns of spring,
For even in this dusky veil,
The pulse of life shall never fail.
Oh Autumn, queen in golden gown,
You turn each sorrow upside down,
Your crown of leaves, your heart of flame,
Reminds the soul love stays the same.
I walk beneath your jeweled skies,
With grateful tears within my eyes,
For in your twilight, bold and deep,
The world finds joy it longs to keep.
So take me, dusk, and fold me near,
Your music banishes all fear,
In Autumn’s hymn I find my place,
A season’s warmth, a soft embrace.
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Epilogue — For Maranda Wabik
And when the final leaf has flown,
When dusk has claimed the twilight throne,
Your name, dear friend, shall softly stay—
A golden lantern on my way.
For in each season’s fleeting song,
It is your light that lingers long,
A bond no shadow can undo,
The heart of Autumn sings of you.
So take these words, both dark and bright,
A gift of warmth from falling night,
In every hue the forests wear,
Dear Maranda, you are there.
That is very beautiful!