Preview edition — Poet of Rain & Harvest is still in progress. The poem is as it appears in the video; the commentary is a working draft.
There was a gentle call for summer's last fall
to leave it mark with golden and red leaves
This old season had drifted away through a weather of emotions
and left us a dreamy night with an autumn to fathom
Autumn, the new season of inspiration had sprang with joy,
weaved with coy, love and spiced adventures
The crispy air blew everywhere, sending a message of a transforming nature
Leaves of hues descended from trees gracefully
adding more warmth of love for couples
and touch of view to a quiet session
The evening air was filled with sweet scent of grilled meats
Close and distant friends gathered, creating memories and stories to share
The harvest moon shone so dear with radiant light
to guide us through a tranquil night of an autumn to fathom
Grabbing a cool drink
I watched the night with reflection
and introspection of how the season had created
moments here with connection
To some, autumn is a bittersweet experience of short days,
To others, they find coziness
fine mood and sense of contentment
Autumn harvest brings a feeling abundance to Sowers with a dance of satisfaction
And sends fraction of colorful scenery to display daringness and awesomeness
Autumn is repping here, Autumn is reaping everywhere,
Indeed there's an autumn to fathom
May the season whisper to our ears good tidings
and spring around us fragrance of good moods over life's seeps
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Commentary
This autumn poem is a slow walk through the season, told in short lines that appear like falling leaves. Its refrain, “an autumn to fathom,” returns like a calm bell, asking the reader to understand the season and not only look at it.
The poem begins with “a gentle call for summer’s last fall” to leave its mark “with golden and red leaves.” The old season drifts away “through a weather of emotions” and leaves “a dreamy night with an autumn to fathom.” Autumn arrives as “the new season of inspiration,” with “spiced adventures” and a “crispy air” that carries “a message of a transforming nature.”
Leaves “descended from trees gracefully,” adding “more warmth of love for couples.” The evening smells of “grilled meats,” friends gather “creating memories and stories to share,” and “the harvest moon shone so dear with radiant light.” With “a cool drink” the speaker watches the night in “reflection” and “introspection.”
Autumn is “a bittersweet experience of short days” to some and “coziness” to others, and its harvest brings “a dance of satisfaction.” The poem closes with a wish: “May the season whisper to our ears good tidings” and “spring around us fragrance of good moods.”