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Long Days Disapearing
When summer turned to autumn
It took me by surprise.
It made me feel so sad.
It made me feel so wise,
To smell the fallen leaves
On the misty morning air,
To think of coming winter
And not to really care.
There's a beauty and a sweetness
In the dying of the year.
There's a mellowing completeness
As the long days disappear.
There's a turning, tur...
Sunday 8th September 2019 4:42 pm
Autumn
As Autumn starts to come this way
It is time to reflect upon the day.
Do you see the leaves fall to the ground?
Softly, gently, without a sound?
Do you see the frost and mist and dew?
Do you hope the sky is still blue?
Do you feel the fresh, cool, crisp air?
And shall you find warmer clothes to wear?
Hibernation starts at these times,
As small creatures hope fo...
Friday 23rd August 2019 5:43 pm
Three Times
Three Times
On a thunderous evening
In the still of the storm,
We bounce our baubles of time-passed
Upon tables animated by waved forks,
Dis investing the plates
Of their succulence and garnish.
In the chilly morning, outside
We say again, “Autumn is here”,
Putting away our ideas
Of what the world should become.
We break the earth and rake together
The...
Friday 7th June 2019 11:35 am
Autumn leaves to be reborn
The fluttering of the autumnal flags
clinging onto the last hope
of the now distant summer
brittle and brown they hang on
for dear life to their arboreal home.
The bark, it protects and guards the
living trunk against the bite of the
Northerly wind while the leaves
they suffer stoically the chilly breeze.
One final breath, and they are pulled
from their earthly space
...Friday 16th November 2018 9:34 am
An Autumn in November
An autumn in November
Looks like a crying dame.
Afraid to lose her temper
She is in the oldest game.
A modest dress she wears,
She loves the melodrama,
She wants to see who cares
And stays in the nirvana.
She cries because of feelings,
She sadly looks around,
She hides her every evening,
The sorrow she has found.
Angry with her reflection,
She rarely looks at puddles.
But...
Saturday 10th November 2018 2:51 pm
An Autumn Song for the Traveller
Before I go
Let me drink this rich wine
Let me sing my delight
This gold red dawn has promise:
vibrant with the cold sun
vanishing valley mists
leave damp spider web to shimmer
mistdrops on the long reeds
and ungathered lawn leaves
damply shining
against the muted green of wet grass.
This amber morning has perfection:
wonderfully wooded leaf tints
golden...
Monday 22nd October 2018 3:01 pm
The Colorof My Mood ...
The color of my mood is autumn.
It’s high time to write a poem…
The sights are marvelous and amazing.
Some trees are just blazing.
Like an artist the nature paints.
Little by little the warmth faints.
The trees are razing their leaves,
More often the weather deceives.
Guess, what could you impress?
When autumn weaves a colorful dress!
What frightens us in a fall?
...Wednesday 17th October 2018 5:25 pm
Storm Watcher
He watched the leaves float
in the pond
windmoving on the surface
drop-pitted by rain,
leaves, orange-brown against the black depths
He watched the leaves stick
to the patio
wetgluing to the slate
slickened by the storm,
leaves, orange-brown against the black stone
He watched the leaves move
on the trees
wildwaving off the branches
leafstripped by t...
Friday 12th October 2018 2:25 pm
Autumn Thoughts
Black steel
curling wrought iron
balustrade
Beneath me
coffee steam
and noise
rise
and a poet
sits talking
animatedly
his foot jiggling
as he gesticulates
outside
autumn sun
shines on wet roofs
and casts
tree shadows
on house walls
outside
the sea is rising
while
London sinks
Sunday 7th October 2018 9:41 am
Late September Morn
I, dreamlost,
wake
to golden leaves of beech
sunlit
from my bed
as airdew clouds over the hedge
rise and vanish
as the eastern horizon above the valley
is lost, sunk
beneath dawndrifts of mist
not yet warmed to fade
beneath the clear blue sky;
the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,
droplet bent:
cool promise as
I, barefooted,
explore
the cusp of the...
Friday 28th September 2018 7:56 pm
The Season of cleanse
I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Has...
Saturday 8th September 2018 11:20 am
Epiphany in the Early Morning
Low early autumn sun
a lone long strand of spider silk
stretched across the window glass
above a tiny downy feather like a snowflake
shivering in the breeze
Wednesday 5th September 2018 9:53 am
Early Autumn Lake
Below the incurious sheep on the hill
that stare at me as they endlessly chew
The sun is warm and I perch on a stone to watch quietly
As it is reflected off the surface of the lake:
the part not covered with pond weed
where flies dip and buzz
dragonflies and damselflies dart
and hover:
...
Tuesday 4th September 2018 2:46 pm
Autumn leaves through the front door
Autumn leaves through the front door.
The frightened leaves of the cherry trees
Flee with the aid of the wintery breeze
Get caught up in the metal frame
Of the iron gate that stands tight shut.
Their autumnal hues and end of the year
Brittleness complete the picture
Of the end of one season
but also the beginning of
a time of renaissance.
Monday 26th February 2018 3:13 pm
Night Next to Day
The rustle of the leaves in the air so dark
The black color of the autumn falls
The whistle of the wind, cool and covert
The striking chill, or lack thereof
The brightness of the moon that shines dull
The freshness of the invigorating air
The comeliness of the sky in bloom
The absence of invalid existence
The want for peace and quietude
The calmness and almost everlastin...
Friday 2nd February 2018 3:13 am
Autumn's Arrival
The sky in the evening has a
Red tint, a glow
Hot air balloons float by, all
Is tranquil and slow
Already the colours are changing
On the bushes and trees
And the conkers are falling in
The gentle breeze
Let's walk the country lanes
Kick leaves up high
No more wayside flowers
They just wither and die
Make the most of the wild weather
We Have enjoyed today
...
Thursday 4th January 2018 2:15 pm
De Jeune
Sometimes, inspiration and imagination have strange effects.
De Jeune
Swallows dive, swoon
like wind-swayed ink drops
down, and beyond the light:
swallowed by the sky,
flown blue, over
road-birds – honed
by simple flight.
Like arrows in Canada
in thunderhead afternoons:
clouds rolling, rutting hinds
in migration, pounding sand-trails,
...Monday 27th November 2017 9:56 am
Above the Valley
As we pass through this Autumn realm,
See the valley bound wraiths of mist
Withdrawing like a tide from the willow
Islands of the marshland
With their starkly black boughed trees
Damply dripping with the mist's remains,
Chill air swirls in the rising breeze, and
Black starlings line the wires beyond a barn
But the red kite in his higher flight
Is lost to sight
...
Wednesday 1st November 2017 2:35 pm
Solitude
Solitude
Autumn solitude
in a world of two colours
the rush of the wind.
Chris Hubbard
2016
Thursday 26th October 2017 12:58 pm
Autumn
And then, suddenly, it was calm - the morning wind which threw
rain hard against the window panes and sent beech leaves rushing
across the grass to pile gold-brown against all that the borders grew,
all slowly dulling their greens to wet, muted browns, brushing
the soil as their leaves curl and droop - vibrant Spring-strength gone,
fading sadly.
The wind ...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 10:50 am
End of Summer
The end of the season
Brought to a close
Even when there’s a reason
Summer comes and goes
Do you know your summer’s a-fading,
Do you remember?
The hot sun, the warm cooled nights waning
Into September.
School was gone, and I — carefree all along
Oh! Now my old school worries are back
As that sun sets, I’m in sad song
Those shining days, soon to lack
The air beco...
Friday 4th August 2017 11:42 pm
Druid Lane
We came upon
A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills.
Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound
Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past.
What lay beyond, worthy of such industry?
Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone.
Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way:
Miles now lost to grass and sheep,
A one-time druidic path to some time-er...
Thursday 15th June 2017 4:30 pm
Wales
Have you been to Wales I say
Really been to Wales
That mystic land of tales and song
On my doorstep my younger days
No boundaries to get there but a different land
Verdant colours and sounds so still
Sparkling, shifting, summer greens
Autumn hues to confound your eyes
Smells of earth so ancient it shifts your mind
Find your spot to drink it in
Sea, mountain, valley, ...
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:08 pm
He bleeds Autumn.
Your skin like the yellow brick road,
and what is it that creates that rush of blush?
I’d love to shovel out your flesh or drill through your cheeks
to reach those autumn leaves,
that grow behind the golden weeds,
the red leaves that were never green.
No, never new, they never grew,
they stayed and they remained:
Dying, but never dead,
thriving, behind your face of ...
Friday 31st March 2017 3:47 pm
The Fall
slipping in so quietly
with no coat to hang,
no boots stamp-stamping the ground,
I barely noticed until today,
this same brittle morning
you chose to announce your return.
a first mist asleep on car windows
rehearsing its winter's role,
as early signs of decay
crackle on earth's new carpet,
tired trees in muted shades
breathe damp infusions.
as autumn's shadows grow,
summer prepar...
Friday 30th December 2016 12:39 pm
Listen
Do you hear a rustle
as you walk among the trees?
Do your ears detect a crackle
as you feel the autumn breeze?
In amongst the birdsong
are there murmurs in the lane?
Do you feel a little something
that your senses can't explain?
Is there a ripple as you roam
along that woodland way?
Is it coming from above
Perhaps it's hard to say?
As you walk the forest's path
Is there whisper ...
Sunday 20th November 2016 8:50 am
Red Poppies On An Autumn Day
Red Poppies On An Autumn Day
Never forgotten – here to stay,
a symbol of the hurt and pain
where young men will forever lay.
The old man sells and we will pay
to wear a token for the slain -
never forgotten – here to stay.
Would they have approved? Who can say
If what was lost was worth the gain.
Red poppies on an autumn day
They had little choice ...
Saturday 5th November 2016 12:27 pm
Why Do Poets Like Autumn?
For Andy Humphrey, with respect.
Because there's poignant glory in decay.
Because each burst of light may be the last.
Because the rusting hasp on dwindling days
grants access to new treasures from the past.
Because of gold and rubies on the boughs.
Because the bitter apple crop has sweetened.
Because we broke our backs in June but now
the leeks we broke our backs for may be eaten...
Friday 21st October 2016 4:11 pm
Why Do Poets Like Autumn?
It's an oldie, but appropriate for the time of year...
Why Do Poets Like Autumn?
Autumn is rain.
Pitiless, bucketing, funeral rain
that makes gutters into rivers
and umbrellas into shreds.
Steaming, fetid rain
tasting of mould and death.
Autumn is roadkill.
Rotting little pools of blood and fur,
once hedgehogs, pheasants, rabbits;
Concertinaed bonnets of Audis
askew across t...
Thursday 20th October 2016 11:41 am
Typical
Another moist, reluctant sunrise
through the night sweat morning dew
emancipated
the worm pushed towards the light
loosely erect
Across the lawn
the over stuffed pigeon
puffed up her unkempt plumage
cooed a taunt
How dare you wake up today
How dare you show that you tried today
Waddling heavily
she pinched him up
gluttony oozing
heaved him away
apatheticaly consenting to his fate
Monday 17th October 2016 12:34 pm
Colour
Damp and beautiful,
bubbles, rings rippling in the deep, waters deep.
Damp light, patches of pink, yellow and blue,
moving along the rain soaked path.
Umbrellas bobbing, dogs snuffling amongst the leaves, sniffing.
The smell of damp, dirt and soft wood drifting through the air.
Colour, damp and beautiful in the light.
Berries glow, jewels amongst the leaves.
Flowers strewn ...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 8:19 pm
Shadows
Shadows dance in my head,
softly.
I dream of time in slow motion.
Shadows that drift into focus,
and into sunlit spaces where they dance in my head.
Softly I turn amongst leaves, turn, turn gathering light and texture
in bundles, simply, soft, falling, turn, turn.
Falling into beds of leaves.
Carpets of colour soft beneath my feet.
Blue, black boots, standing, swathed in...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 8:07 pm
I Walk Out of My Door and It is Here.
The time has come when my sweaters don't seem so strange.
I appreciate this time greatly.
My littlelest boy in his tiny, long-sleeved frog pajamas.
My littlelest girl in her plaid and sweatshirt.
In my mind that song plays over and over.
The leaves fall in the sound.
My happiness returns with the colder weather.
My anticipation of excitement expounds.
They in their war...
Thursday 1st October 2015 7:29 pm
funeral days
funeral days
funeral days
should always be like this
early mourning dew
in the eyes of those gathered
under a slate grey sky
(not blasphemous blue)
whose heavy tears
will splash
the golden Judas kiss
of leaves crackling
beneath disrobed trees
betraying the sadness
with their joyful colour
the heavy damp sods of earth
clinging close to the coffin
like the grief
that surrounds...
Friday 10th October 2014 7:14 pm
Winterfylleth (October)
Winterfylleth (October)
We die! We die!
scream the old men
of the trees,
as their grip slips
from skeletal fingers
holding them aloft.
They fall to earth
in a blaze of golden glory,
coming to rest
at the feet of
great oaks, sycamores,
birch and elms.
Rustling in their cardigans
of orange and amber
like dry skin
in...
Friday 4th October 2013 11:53 am
written in the dirt
this autumn morning
winter’s aperitif
is served on the rocks
shaken and stirring
come downpour now
unleash your jotting scribe and
cast the showery runes of fables untried
forge scripts along our droughty lanes
of songs for all that yet remain
or wash away those pages brown,
whelm witness to our temporal sway
we’ll listen to the eager eart...
Thursday 5th September 2013 9:58 pm
That Which Autumn Leaves
That Which Autumn Leaves
The clowns were funny in the ring,
as they joked and tumbled and fell -
but in the camp, after the show,
they made our young lives hell.
Still in their masks of garish paint
and drunk on Vodka shots,
they cut and bruised and beat us,
hatching cruel, twisted plots.
I never saw the demons
lurking safe behind the masks
...
Tuesday 14th May 2013 11:50 am
Walk Through September and Make it to the Other Side
hear the sound of every rusted, blunted mace
as they greet and meet through gravity’s lack of grace,
each at thirty two point two,
the fateful rate of this heaving season
where fruits misplace a summer’s trust to kiss the dirt
and, where they fall, corrode and stall the wheels of love
for those we find untouchable
while yet our hearts may still enmesh, b...
Sunday 30th September 2012 10:27 am
fall
rott ing
birch es
like to
bacc o
summ er
fall ing
green now
yell ow
so man
y oaks
so few
a corns
Tuesday 18th September 2012 7:01 am
Z
Z, is it merely a typo for X,
a phone pushed too hard
or misplaced fingers on qwerty keyboard?
Or does Z mean sleep tight?
Alas I can never sleep as tight
as when I finally hold you in my arms
and wake to sunshine even in a perilous Pennine Autumn.
Sunday 2nd September 2012 10:46 pm
The Autumn Is Coming
The autumn is coming,
The August is charming,
But the rain often darkens the sky,
And I know, you certainly love me
As I once long ago loved you.
Why the yearning
Is burning inside you?
Why are you so sad when with me?
Why in August the dreams
Can’t be sweet as in spring?
The rowan is reddish
But not for the anguish
Rain drops k...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 6:53 pm
Here's a poem from notebook 40, the 2nd in fact...
40/2
Low-lying cloud,
sheep’s wool snagged on wire,
rain washed.
Plantation trees plain stitched
across the hills’
ribbed sleeve.
Black holes punched in grey
the stippled lake
but no breeze.
Bird-calls; not song.
Make no mistake.
No-one sings here
among the evergreens along
the water’s edge.
Only warning c...
Sunday 1st April 2012 5:17 pm
9/11
who could have known it?
terrorists taking no stock
would trade in futures
who could have known it?
those towers were autumns bridge
tears coming to fall
A R
E S
T T ...
Wednesday 5th October 2011 4:01 pm
In the Wood
I will enter the quiet wood,
On the rustling leaves I will dance,
I will watch the Godhood,
I will prance to the autumn’s romance.
I will wear a colorful dress,
I will mix up myself with the leaves,
I will hear what wind says,
I will feel the tender breeze.
I will see a birch in gilding,
A maple in its nice crimson,
A spiders beautiful s...
Sunday 18th September 2011 2:39 pm
In Poetry
In poetry, autumn is approaching death.
The mists of receding memory
part briefly in the shortening days
to feed the fruits of wisdom
to admiring young.
The dark night of winter
is a short blight
before life springs forth
again in proud perfection.
Floral beauty and rich crops
have spread their radiance,
fed their progeny, sown their seeds.
Done their job, returned to earth
to ...
Wednesday 16th December 2009 12:08 pm
Beyond the Equinox
Beyond the Equinox
The land sleeps,
furrowed, cold and still.
Each field edge mourns
in widow’s weeds.
The flocks keep silence
on the hill,
while nature weeps
tomorrow’s seeds.
Penitent
in golden cloak,
the woodland
whispers overhead
and through the mist,
like incense smoke,
sheds slow confetti
for her dead.
...
Thursday 24th September 2009 3:49 am
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