Poetry Blogs (autumn)
The crisp, golden colours of autumn foliage
set a backdrop of warm russets and oranges along the side street.
They glow as the bold shapes of the street lights cut through them,
angular and steely, petrol blue in the twilight.
Dusty, dark bark against the flutter of soft, yet crumpled orange leaves.
So delicate, so beautiful and so impermanent like the heady days of a butterfly.
Monday 28th October 2019 5:57 am
How they have fallen,
Pressing the jostling grass
Obliterating it from sight.
Their browns and yellows brighter
Than the grey above.
Achieving a moment of glory,
In death a dominance.
Looking up to freed branches
Framing veiled light,
Had they thought to fly,
Letting go their source of life?
How they have fallen!
Saturday 26th October 2019 5:25 pm
Waking to see autumn's lustre
lit on my beech
rust leaves gilt glowing
red gold bathed by
a rising sun's first grasp
Turning to see gold amber cirrus
low light the east -
beneath a darker grey purple
that golden gleam of
So my sad grey purple dreams
their dark ghosts disconnect ...
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 11:54 am
A fiery clown has come down
Over forests, lanes and towns.
No trumpets blown, no drums rolled,
Out of the morning mists he strolled.
Yello! Yello! It's party-time!,
He smiled. His reds and golds he sprayed around.
And God's whole house was swathed with hues untold.
All about the orange glowed, crimson leaves displayed.
The ceiling now was light with blue....
Sunday 20th October 2019 7:15 pm
The Cleveland cold envelops me like cellophane,
Holding me as tight as a rigor mortis grip,
It clenches at my joints,
Constricting my movement not unlike a python,
Walking feels sluggish,
Lifting my arms is akin to moving through clay,
I revel in the uneasiness of it all,
Splattered across my face,
Despite all of the kinks the cold brings out,
A childlike wonder s...
Thursday 17th October 2019 6:58 pm
And so it begins. Or ends
The seasons change and as
September dies lies forgotten
Like Summer, Autumn October
Rears. Not misty mellow fruitfullness
With rusty leaf colour bright splashing
Hedgerow and tree russet yellow brown,
Mists that turn to rain and wind and heavy
Rain splashing in the track ruts and puddles
Around the farm; every field soggy with all the...
Sunday 13th October 2019 3:08 pm
Autumn arrives at last, unseasonably late.
Frustrated at being forced to wait,
she makes her displeasure known
in a sudden, howling rainstorm that threatens more
than the dying leaves that are her due.
But she finds herself part-thwarted in her mission.
Others have shown their anger before:
the best plum tree felled by the surprise late snow of April;
the elderberries ...
Tuesday 8th October 2019 11:53 am
In the dimming garden
beneath the belt of Venus
fingers grip a bottle
a nightcap alone
Finally, I belong
finally, I belong to someone
how I’ve run from this
for so long
Now, nothing makes me happier
nothing makes me feel more sure
than knowing that you’re waiting
There were so many jokers
in the deck
the two of hearts, too many cards
and still dealing, still dealin...
Friday 4th October 2019 12:45 pm
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...
Wednesday 25th September 2019 7:14 pm
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
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
Friday 7th June 2019 11:35 am