Oxford In The Autumn

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As autumn's rusty fingers begin
to push their way through tired trees
So, the early dimming light
and spectral chill conspire
to gently sweep me back in time

It's Oxford in the autumn
nineteen; with eyes opening
A new life unfolding
cycling through the leaves
and sighing under bridges

Oxford in the autumn
that brick so old around me
broad streets, illogical lanes
busses and puddles
gang up against my dryness 

Oxford in the autumn
looking up into the trees
as they’re burying the pavement
or caught up in the railings
my whole life ahead of me

It’s Oxford in the Autumn
Black n’ Red notebook
poking from my back pocket
All the words collecting
I was yet to wrangle

It’s Oxford in the autumn
for a split second, that I’m returned to
by the dipping light of afternoon
yellow leaves upon ancient stone
those deeply imprinted memories

Oxford in the autumn
flowing scarves and knitted hats
of the girls who passed me by
to fight the cold of endless rain
from the depths of gloomy rented rooms

It’s Oxford in the autumn
and dust motes slowly dancing
in the air above the heater
Fog lit by orange street light
outside my cracked window

Every autumn I’m reminded
of those magical new beginnings 
standing tall, for the first time
letting go of all my leaves
my whole life ahead of me...
 

[2020]

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Tom

Sun 1st Nov 2020 10:04

Thanks MC, Stephen, Jennifer, Tom, Ray, Jordyn and Trevor for stopping by to read this one and for your comments and likes.

Funny the way the arrival of a season can transport you back in time so vividly but it happens pretty much every year. I guess leaving the North East for the South all those years ago really made an impression on me...

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trevor homer

Sat 31st Oct 2020 14:48

like some magnificent tree in an ancient Oxfordshire woodland - letting go of all my leaves - mindful of all I survey. Thanks

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jennifer Malden

Fri 30th Oct 2020 20:11

Really clever and extremely evocative writing, also the contrast between autumn, the end of summer and the beginning of the student's new life just starting, very poignant.

Loved 'autumn's rusty fingers, yellow leaves upon ancient stone, gloomy rented rooms, fog lit by orange street light, and letting go of all my leaves,' in particular. Really paints a word picture.

Jennifer

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jennifer Malden

Fri 30th Oct 2020 20:08

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 30th Oct 2020 17:15

A very evocative, hopeful poem.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 30th Oct 2020 14:36

A most enjoyable essay through the past and the hope that youth provides. I particularly like the first and last paragraphs - like
satisfying poetical book-ends!

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