AUTUMN COME SOFTLY

AUTUMN COME SOFTLY

Autumn come softly, 
Like a feather pillow falling,
Spilling leaves like feathers,
Your chill I feel it calling.
Spill into my hope for more,
My quiet intuition,
Let my half baked hopes and dreams,
Come to full fruition.

Let me float away on this lazy day,
Into this sky of crystal blue.
Let my spirit take it in,
This gentle vibe I feel from you.

Autumn come softly,
Refill my plate,
With a harvest of apples,
That fill up the crate.
A big shiny pumpkin,
With a shit-faced grin,
A handful of walnuts 
And acorns to spend.
The squirrels all busy,
Gathering for the winter.
Your colorful leaves
That bloom and then splinter,
Drifting aimlessly down from the trees,
'Til winter comes in with its bone-chilling breeze.

Autumn come softly, not all at once,
Let summer fade slowly into the horizon,
Spare the old woman, weathered but wizened.
Spare the old man at the local McDonalds,
Regaling his buddies with gallant war stories,
The past and all of its spirited glories.

And autumn come softly into my life, 
Be as a mistress and not as a wife.
Lay with me in fallow fields,
Let your clear, clean breath,
Come feather dusting over me
As I take my rest.
Then leave me be to take it in,
Like a man who knows just where he's been
And where he'll be tomorrow.
Autumn come softly with your chill,
Give me leave from winter
And its sweet, sweet sorrow.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
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