Two Autumn Poems by Angel L. Villanueva

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Autumn’s Hand

I reach across for autumn’s hand,
When leaves begin to ride the air,
To walk amid the changing land.

Though I have yet some days unplanned,
And winter waits to bring her glare,
I reach across for autumn’s hand.

I pine for spring and summer sand,
But autumn calls, so I prepare
To walk amid the changing land.

The fallen leaves with red are tanned,
So till I meet with winter’s stare,
I reach across for autumn’s hand.

The frigid winds will come as planned,
But my desire it won’t impair,
To walk amid the changing land.

When summer yields to fall’s demand
And towns prepare a Sunday fair,
I reach across for autumn’s hand,
To walk amid the changing land.

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Autumn’s Return

As summer ends its days of jade,
And frost announces fall’s return,
The leaves prepare their yearly blush;
A reddish-brown we soon discern.

While autumn tints the waiting trees,
And verdant grass returns to sleep,
The birds migrate to southern lands,
Though others choose the fall to keep.

When shorter days have matched the nights,
A fragrant scent imbues the air.
The piles of leaves are musky-sweet;
A fragrance cherished everywhere.

As parents watch their children play,
They reminisce their youthful days.
When once on leaves, they too had played,
And laughter rang as songs of praise.

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Angel L. Villanueva is a religious man who resides in Massachusetts