Autumn Blossoms

And so Summer passes and with it Autumn blossoms,
The hopeless around us mourn for sunshine squandered,
For moments wasted in indoor agony,
An everlasting warmth disappears in the blink of an eye.

But in one final orgasmic bliss,
The leaves peacock and burst with flames,
With energies stored in that short sunlit tryst,
Fifty shades of yellow for fifty seconds no more.

Revel! Revel, in the falling grace,
Of a single leaf, or a bed of a thousand,
And enjoy that golden ocean, that amber paradise,
The season that calls itself king over all other seasons.

~L.S. Thomas

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