Autumn's fall

Spending a year in a country with no real weather changes except; summer and summer-with-rain, inspired this poem, a fact which only dawned upon me when infinite summer ended as I left.

Hither and thither the mild wind woes,

slowly caressing your precious throws,

leaves of Autumn scuttle on air,

creep and crawl, once fallen, if dared,

Summer turns hazy in Hazel and Oak,

browner than branch bass scattered and broke.

 

Seasonal shifts reveal Fall to fuss,

over twigs, trunks and trees,

in evergreen,

distrust.

 

Wither and weather stems start to stall,

stomata and sunshine pine away all,

crisply cut quarters of what once stood fair,

winds weep in darkened discoloured air,

naked not nurtured tree-fellow sprawls,

gray gloomy scratches on heaven’s walls.

 

Shifting of season signals the fall,

of titan and tree trunk and the timbered tall.

 

In scarleted carpet and flamed drapery lies,

the promise of tree-kin’s,

deciduous,

disguise.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I come back to read this twice...Excellent...:)...........

[Sami Khalil]

A nice classic feel to this wonderful poem. Pen on...:).............

[Stephen]

You hold the great Rhythm. Nice poem, everything's deeply written!