Alice M. Batzel
Published Playwright, Journalist, Freelance Writer 

               Alice M. Batzel  

        Published  Playwright, Journalist


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RECEIVING AUTUMN


by Alice M. Batzel


Autumn came and quietly sat beside me.
I spent a bit of time with her, 
and so enjoyed her company.
We never spoke a word, 
but what a rich conversation we had, 
just she and I.


She shared with me a panorama of colors beyond any artist's palette, 
with hues light and dark, vibrant and soft, variety beyond description, 
a feast of nature's paintbrush before my eyes.
I inhaled the cold evening and watched leaves of crimson and gold
 gently fall from branches as the breeze enticed them to dance 
then softly touch the ground.


We sat in silence, Autumn and I.
How long time passed, I know not, so engaged was I.
I do know, however, that as I enjoyed her company,
I dearly wished time to stand still and delay our goodbye.


My skin felt a shiver as the sun began to go down.
The scent of nearby harvest apples tickled my nose.
The wind kicked the leaves about my feet, 
and it whistled in my ears.


Somewhere in the evening wind, I'm sure I heard a whisper,
"Remember me, dear friend, I'll soon be gone."
I silently promised, "I'll watch for you again next year; 
your memory blazes within me, a grand gift like no other."


Autumn came and quietly sat beside me.
I spent a bit of time with her, 
and so enjoyed her company.
We never spoke a word, 
but what a rich conversation we had, 
just she and I.


(copyright 11/5/2018 - Alice M. Batzel - all rights reserved)


(photo source: The Facebook page of Peaceful Moments For Women.)