Deep Last Autumn
Deep Last Autumn
Deep, deep last autumn
Trees more brown than green,
Winds curled round corners,
Hedgehogs slept unseen.
Across the water meadows
Magpies caroled and sang,
Skylarks dined on stubble
And ancient church bells rang.
Up, up did my eyes explore
The burnished vault in rain,
In search of timely shelter,
And sanctuary from pain.
As I walked on in silence
The eastwind heaved a growl,
Stone walls set to whistle
And shuttered dogs to howl.
Flurries swished a warning
Of baleful snows to come:
'You'll be buried by the morning,'
Whispering:'You'll succumb.'
Down, down I slipped and fell,
Till the darkling veils relented
And I saw the newly blanching clouds
Through frozen eyes tormented.
Then a new sun shining high
Revealed a scene of drama;
My deliverance as a miracle
In shocking panorama.
In the distance Mountain Rescue
Moved closer by the second,
As eagles patrolled the blue above
And salvation beckoned.
In this way I beheld my life,
Saved from nature's jaws,
As deep, deep last Autumn,
My last Autumn nearly was.
Chris Hubbard
2021
Chris Hubbard
Tue 8th Jun 2021 21:42
Thank you for kind thought Stephen. I rattled this one off in double quick time.
The better verse seems to come out when I don't think too much.
cheers,
Chris Hubbard