Poem About Seasons Changing – When Autumn Leaves

“When Autumn Leaves” – A Poem About Seasons Changing From Fall to Winter

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I take my dog out the front door to do his morning business
and feel temperature change whip me in the face –
chilly air burning and freezing my nostrils simultaneously.
Overnight a lush, green carpet has transformed
into a frost-tipped arena of ice.

Blades of grass poke up like tiny daggers.
With each footstep, they pierce my hope for Autumn to stay.
The rays of the days have been wasting away –
dark by the time work’s done with no light for play.
And of Autumn, I fear she’s reached her death.

Frost isn’t welcome here.
But Nature defies my every command.
She controls the tides of the seasons
as an unseen, unstoppable force,
moving across the realms of life like an invisible hand,
brewing chaos and bringing order,
destroying life and creating life
without uttering a word.
Silent, but always heard
by all forces of life in this world.

I must cave to her order.
But admit I am not ready for when Autumn leaves –
when she packs up her warmth and color,
when the fiery flames of pumpkins are extinguished
by rot and mold,
when greenery withers in agony when kissed
by the north wind’s harsh breath.

But I must submit to Autumn’s death
because Winter comes without my blessing.
I see frost from my doorstep this morning
and know it won’t be long before Winter arrives.

About the Poem

Living in Indiana, it seems fall is always too short. It is by far my favorite season, and I feel I never get enough of it. Many years, by the time your notice that the leaves are changing color, the temperature is finally cooling down, and it actually feels like fall, a week later it’s bitter cold and snowing. As much as I hate the changing of seasons from fall to winter, I am grateful to live in a state where there are stark contrasts from season to season. With the seasons changing, it reminds you that nothing is meant to stay the same forever. The seasons change, and we must adapt, year after year, as we are called to do. They also humble us and remind us that there are greater powers in the world. But it’s never easy for me to see the first hard frost and know that fall is about over and winter is just around the corner.

You may also enjoy another of my poems about the changing seasons, “Frost of the Field” or you can find all of my poems on nature HERE

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Woman – A Love Poem For Her

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Woman – A Love Poem For Her

You are like the waves lapping against the shore –
Repetitive, seductive, intoxicating, cleansing
Like holy water that wrings out the darkness.

I sit unceasingly upon the sands of time
Waiting for the rise of your tide,
To feel your waters once more by my side.
Staring off into the drab, gray horizon,
I admire flocks of sea gulls.
Only for a moment, but never long enough
To loose sight of your ebb and flow.

Woman is an ocean –
An endless vessel of mystery.
Who knows the measure of your depths?
Who can see the floor of your soul?
We all float in safety as sailors in the bosom of your rest.

Your ripples are enough to rouse suspicion,
To know that beneath your surface currents rage.
But we all long to dive within your waters
And be nestled within the confines of your embrace.

Your seas are salty,
Yet our tongues still thirst for more.
A water that never satisfies,
But opens the flood gates of passion’s door.

You are like the waves lapping against the shore –
A sweeping hand seducing, gesturing
Us to step away from the safety of land.
Woman, you are the demise and prize
Of the heart of each and every man.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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Raven

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Raven

Jet black feathers fall from your head
And brush the beauty of your cheek.
Dark as night like strands of onyx
Woven with omens and tales of mystery.

The spell you caw claws at my heart and captivates me.
Emerald eyes like a pair of dazzling jewels,
Sparkling and rousing lust like a treasure
Uncovered beneath Arabian sands.

Stay perched upon this tree, find safety within
These limbs and the arms of my branches
That conceal your past, and take rest knowing
That your secrets fall upon a humble heart and hushed lips.

Grip your talons into my skin if you must,
But do not fear the embrace of my hands,
Petting and soothing your feathers in disarray.
Have faith, do not fly away, fall knowing you’ll never be betrayed.

Your body like sleek, black oil;
A fuel that has remained untapped,
But only needs a quick strike of my match
To blaze into a beautiful inferno of passion.

Your beak remains closed, but I know
There are words that fill
The bowels of your soul,
Longing to be set free.

There is great mystery
Within your complex simplicity.
Share with me the secrets
Of your long and trying flight.

Tell me stories of your nights –
The forests you’ve flown through;
The pains and joys you’ve encountered
On your arduous journey.

Some may find your feathers too ruffled.
Some may find your feathers stained like soot.
But I find ultimate beauty in your ebony armor –
A black canvas I yearn to drag my brush across.

Raven, make room for me beneath
Your veil of apprehension,
Raise your wings and let my touch
Move your heart to sing.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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Everyday Miracles – A Poem About Finding God in Ordinary Things

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Everyday Miracles – A Poem About Finding God in Ordinary Things

The clamor of your wisdom claps
like a thousand hands in unison throughout the forest,
calling from every treetop,
and whispering within every breath the north wind blows.
Your wisdom can be found in the simplicity of a dew drop
and within the caw of a congregation of crows.

You are an invisible hand, always laboring,
opening and closing doors as you see fit –
not always on my time frame,
not always giving me access to the rooms I wish,
but often times I find ignorance is bliss.
For the paths I most yearn to walk down
you wall off, knowing they lead to my demise.

You are the wise King,
always leading, but serving unceasingly.
With each new day you bring,
I am astonished at your beauty –
as long as I make the time to open my eyes,
as long as my awareness is focused on you
and turned away from the desires of my mind.

Your miracles come in small packages,
constantly sent, but rarely opened.
I look for you in grandiose experiences,
but you keep gently tugging at my sleeve,
urging me to put on my leather gloves
and dig for you in the dirt of the garden.

If I’m not careful,
I can become oblivious to the everyday mystery –
the beauty of a daffodil,
the way sunlight rests upon my windowsill,
the spirit that speaks when my mind gets still,
and the non-coincidental meetings of strangers,
sharing the exact conversations I need to hear.

Open my eyes when they are blind to your majesty,
so that I may witness your glory
in every root, rock, river, and ravine.
May I read the love letters you’ve written
upon every stump I pass in the forest,
every deer that crosses my path,
and every squirrel that leaps from limb to limb.
May I marvel at your everyday miracles
and find your fingerprints upon every piece of evidence
in this case called life.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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I Want To Walk With You – A Poem

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I Want To Walk With You – A Poem

I want to walk with you
Out through the cornfields
Where the dried up stalks
And brittle husks flutter in the cool wind.
I want to take your hand
And venture down the rows
The combines have cut,
Corn kernels crunching beneath our feet,
And make our way to where field and forest meet,
Where street cars are silent
And the noise of the city is muted to our ears.
I want to walk with you through the fears
Where dreams dance with possibility,
Where it’s safe to embrace vulnerability.
I want to watch the geese take flight
As we drive flocks away with our laughter
And listen as the blue jay squawks his warning call.
I want to look into your eyes
And tell you all my heart longs to speak –
To lay my trust down at your feet
And watch you pick it up,
Carefully tucking it away in your arms.
I want to walk with you
Out past the cornfields
Where fall’s mist washes away doubt and apprehension.
I want to walk with you forever,
Wherever this crazy, winding road goes.
Because you and the beautiful mess that’s you,
Is the only place that’s ever felt like home.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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Feathers On the Feeder – A Poem About Birds

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Feathers On the Feeder – A Poem About Birds

Carefree and playful like a child,
Your wings flutter in the autumn breeze.
You crack open your seeds with supreme diligence,
Wrapped up in the gift of the present moment.
If only I could be more like you –
Unaware of the future,
Unaltered by anxieties and fears
That exist only in my mind…
But you inspire me, my little black-capped wonder,
To live one moment at a time.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


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Rosebush – A Poem

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Rosebush – A Poem On Nature And Flowers

I am mesmerized by your petals –
Stained crimson red with beauty.
Delicate like soft velvet,
Detailed in form, hiding mystery.
Your aroma arises to meet me.
Scents of seduction, the fragrance of romanticism you send.
Your hands stretch out across the winds,
Captivating, caressing, and undressing my defenses
To lure me in.
But your sweet promises hold no weight.
For as I lean in towards your skin
I am stung by the thorns of fate.
Razor-sharp barbs jut out from your sides
Piercing this heart of mine
And my blood trickles and drips upon your lips.
My eyes are opened to the source of your color.
You are merely a vampiress that sucks your beauty
At the expense of others.
Within, you are cold and deprived of life
Simply harvesting the appearance of beauty from your bite.
You must delight in the selfishness that grows in your rows,
The darkness that casts shadows, foreshadowing your true nature.
Quick with a smile at the approaching sound
Of an unsuspecting stranger.
Your hands no longer caress but strangle,
Like vice grips locked and tight.
Your feet only waiting to feed your feeble frame
Before they take flight.
Rosebush, you once were a flower but have become a bitter weed.
Your thorns have managed to devour any chance to sow love’s seed.
It is no wonder you grow in the garden alone,
Unavailable, unable to be touched, empty and without a home.
Rosebush, I’ve taken my last abuse, heard the last excuse.
Rosebush, sting me one last time, as I pull you up from your roots.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


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Stars

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Stars

Tears fall.
Shooting, streaming from the sky.
Stars that used to shine
Are extinguished in seas of pain and die.
Endless black covers heaven’s rooftop
With no signposts or signal fires to light and guide the way.
The moon mourns in solemn tunes,
Refusing to reflect the sun’s rays.
Dreams of desolation
Devour the realms of sleep.
For when love hides in solitude,
The Sandman only has tears to eat
And memories of days when the stars were endless,
Each burning bright clinging with hope to future possibility.
But hope ceases at the examination of reality.
The sand sprinkled from his hands
Is scorched in the fires of despair
And becomes sharp shards of glass
Gouging out eyes, blinding them
And leaving only visions of the past.
For every promise made that’s been broken,
There’s a battered heart that’s left not woken,
Left to wither in a web of unattainable dreams.
Stars stream from the sky and heaven cries
Because love has clipped their wings.

– Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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Nature’s Spectacle – A Poem About Morning and Dawn

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Nature’s Spectacle – A Poem About Morning and Dawn

Cock crows resounding, penetrating
through dense clouds of moisture.

Silence stirs. Nature’s alarm clock has sounded.
Pellets of dew cover meadows in morning like a soggy wet blanket.

Forests are brimming with life
long before the sun wakes to greet the day.

The creatures of morning need no brewed elixir
to get themselves moving; carpe diem is the driving force of their DNA.

Chirping can be heard throughout the wood
and feathers take flight from twilight roosts.

Deer scatter from their beds of dense undergrowth
and search the farmer’s field for breakfast.

Nature’s spectacle concludes with Aurora’s grand finale.
And I, well I sit back and watch in wide-eyed wonder.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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A Lover’s Journey – A Love Poem

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A Lover’s Journey – A Love Poem

If you offer me your hand,
I will follow you
Forever across fields of heather,
Through the pastures of clover,
And down the valley filled with bramble and thorn.
Adorn your brow with freshly picked flowers, love
And let us frolic beneath the sun,
Entwined like creeping vines and becoming one.

Do I dare tear down these walls of security
And stand bare before you,
My soul naked and vulnerable,
Anxiously awaiting your response?
Do you delight in what dangles before you
Or do you remain unmoved and free from the bonds of desire?
Offer me a place to put my spark of passion, love
And I will build a fire
To burn away the dead, dry timber of yesterdays.

Do not be afraid.
For I am the caretaker of your heart,
The one who nestles it within my breast
And guards it like a treasure.
Never will it break or fall apart.
Your eyes are like jewels that hypnotize and gleam,
Reflecting the inner yearnings of my spirit
And promising new things to come.
I long to take this ride across the countryside with you,
To dance beneath summer sun and full moon,
To get lost among the stalks of corn fields
Until we harvest a fertile crop.
Sow me a seed of passion, beloved
And vow that our love will always be enough.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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