Autumn's End

Autumn's End

A Poem by Walter Scott Morrison
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Just a poem that always brings me back to late November

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Autumn’s End

 

A morning’s pale yellow sun,

A lingering faded moon,

Trapped motionless blistering my eyes,

Shimmering in the morning dew,

The fields all awakening,

As golden rays fall across the earth,

Autumned leaves of the chestnut trees,

Bursting color in its birth,

White and violet blossoms,

Vacillating in the wind,

As the leaves begin to stray,

From every crimson brim,

The air becomes crisp,

The sky a somber gray,

Snowflakes begin drifting down,

At the end of autumn’s day


© 2012 Walter Scott Morrison



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Outstanding imagery throughout-- very rich in texture. Love the nature quality here. Creative use of the words "awakening" and "birth". Usually these words are you know the end of winter and beginning of spring. That's cool how you flip floped it to may it more unique know what I mean.

Makosica

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Outstanding imagery throughout-- very rich in texture. Love the nature quality here. Creative use of the words "awakening" and "birth". Usually these words are you know the end of winter and beginning of spring. That's cool how you flip floped it to may it more unique know what I mean.

Makosica

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very Keatsian. I do like the colors of autumn because they're different than at any other time, and that makes them lovely. After that, the soft reminisces end for me ... but if I were a fall girl, this would be what I'd think. Good rhyme here.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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autumn is my favorite time of year,

Posted 7 Years Ago


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I do love Autumn..like a rebirth of sorts
before the winter. The cool crispness, the
mystery that seems to lay in the dark colored
clouds..I just love it.

This is a great poem, a welcoming of sorts.
Love these lines:The fields all awakening,
As golden rays fall across the earth,
Fallen leaves of the autumned trees,
Bursting color in its birth,
Not everyone bashes, and you seem like a
talented writer to me...keep up the
good work~Amy

Posted 7 Years Ago


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I love Autumn so much - shame it's another six months away...
I love the change depicted in this poem. Very well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Fall is my absolute favorite season, but I also love the transition between the seasons and how it smells. I can almost feel myself wanting the change to happen just a little faster. This is wonderfully written, and flows nicely.

Krys

Posted 7 Years Ago


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I lovely time of the year..nothing better than throwing on a pair of wellies and walking through the woods..Your poem reminded me of that smell...wonderful

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beautiful~
you had lots of artistic visionary pictures in your peice

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Love this too!

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LOVE this! I love the imagery and the description to the season. I love the peace embedded into this poem as well as the calmness. I could picture this poem perfectly! Great poem! :)

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Walter Scott Morrison
Walter Scott Morrison

Cullman, AL



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I'm a huge geek that loves art and literature. I love to read and write and watch star wars. There isn't anything better than writing under a tree in the autumn. I'm strange because all I care about.. more..

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