Autumnal Observations.

Each bank and bough are fulsome

blessed, upon September's tide.

In every nestled blanket green

bright jewels of autumn hide.

Where brown of wing in polka'd 

dance, two summer spirits twine.

And tumbled still, in disarray

late winks the bramble's shine.

With painted nails, and empty hands

the hips now show their thorns,

and summer's kiss is carried down

upon the leaves that mourn.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Autumn's beauty as seen in a short section of country lane beside an old hedgerow.

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Januarian's picture

Autumn is my second favorite

Autumn is my second favorite time of year, and you have written a most enjoyable poem about it.


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sweetwater's picture

Thank you so much, glad you

Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed the poem :-)