Autumn Forgot the Island

This week let’s write a poem with the words autumn, bright and island in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems in the comments below.

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Autumn Forgot the Island

The calendar says autumn.

The sun says otherwise.

Across the world,
leaves are turning gold,
morning air grows crisp,
and people reach
for woolly jumpers.

But here,
on my little island,
the sky remains bright,
the sea still sparkles,
and the sun refuses
to surrender its summer crown.

The palm trees
have no intention
of changing colour.

The thermometer
hasn’t read the calendar.

And autumn?

Well, autumn
seems to have missed
the ferry.

We know the seasons
have changed
when the clocks
move an hour,

and suddenly
our evenings
grow shorter.

But the heat
stays for another visit,
lingering until
late November
before finally deciding
to pack its bags.

Perhaps that is
the beauty of island life—

the seasons arrive
without much ceremony,

and while the rest
of the world
is falling into autumn,

we are still
sitting beneath
the summer sun,

wondering
whether winter
will remember
to visit at all.

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With love, coffee, poetry, and stardust,

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

https://ditto.fm/silenced-but-not-broken

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