What Happened to Beautiful?

What happened to Beautiful being simple smiles and laughter?

Why is Beautiful becoming something we're told we'll never be?

Expectations grow with each year that passes,

We used to be told we are Beautiful, now we're compared to everyone else.

Everyone used to say that life is Beautiful,

Now we're told that we aren't good enough.

The word used to rest on the tips of everyone's tongues,

Now only flaws are noticed by the world.

I want to believe that this world is Beautiful,

I want to see the Beauty in everything I see.

But all that keeps bombarding me is the demand for perfection.

It worries me how Beautiful has become redefined.

-AMK

Autumn Fires

In the other gardens 
And all up the vale, 
From the autumn bonfires 
See the smoke trail! 

Pleasant summer over 
And all the summer flowers, 
The red fire blazes, 
The grey smoke towers. 

Sing a song of seasons! 
Something bright in all! 
Flowers in the summer, 
Fires in the fall!
-Robert Louis Stevenson




Here is something that works for an Autumn poem...

Spring Is Coming

Spring is coming, Spring is coming,
  Birdie, build your nest;
Weave together straw and feather,
  Doing each your best.


Spring is coming, Spring is coming,
  Flowers are coming too;
Pansies, lilies, daffodillies,
  Now are coming through.


Spring is coming, Spring is coming,
  All around is fair;
Shimmer and quiver on the river,
  Joy is everywhere.
-unknown


This isn't really time appropriate but oh well.

Outwitted...

by Edwin Markham

He drew a circle that shut me out —

Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.

But Love and I had the wit to win:

We drew a circle that took him in!

Hope

When the rain keeps coming,
And good friends keep leaving,
Times are changing,
And hearts dangerously hanging,
Hope gets us through,
And helps us to do,
What we are called to begin,
And what we are called to finish.
-AMK