Poetry

Autumn Cry

by Samuel Dumas 
09/12/19
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Autumn Cry


I cry when autumn lace comes in
When things of life must cease and end;
When air is colored with a hue
Of turning yellows 'gainst the blue.

And through my tears I seem to see
The loveliness of every tree:
How green has greened itself with rain
And life respected color's pain.

I scan the red, a nearer rhyme—
Tho death it brings (Is this a crime?);
And quest for love in stilling air,
And find her in the light that's fair.

Upon a hill I behold her face—
This Love that's filled with nature's grace
And solemnly I gather dear
Her joy, her sigh, her quiet tear.
 
Then following her wise design,
I give my heart to bitter pine
And cry a healthy rainbowed well
As autumn comes on earth to dwell.

 —Dumas fils
 
(Fall has touched me many times and many ways.  There is no season that is so alone like itself.  Yet so lovingly beautiful.  I always pay attention to it.  It is so much like people.  It flushes, it dazzles, it rustles and  then it winks just before the colder rains comes to spot its fallen palms with frost and snow.)