Autumn's Grace.

Autumn holds no platter bare

or golden chalice unfulfilled,

such wine to fall upon your lips

and tasty morsels resting there.

Disappointment has no place

within this maiden's hand,

for when the winds do turn their face

her graces fall unto the land.

In her heart such secrets hid

all promise there to keep.

When comes the dying of the year

her tender eye shall weep.

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deepinyourdreams's picture

elo

I say, the maiden shall fare well if she corked enough wine!


"Deepinyourdreams"

sweetwater's picture

Ooh I like the sound of that,

Ooh I like the sound of that, as long as she keeps the platter full too we shall all fare well.  I love your use of ' old English ' it always sounds so poetic.  Thank you for reading and commenting :-) Sue.

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I also applaud this autumn

I also applaud this autumn poem as well!


Starward

 

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, I do worry that I

Thank you, I do worry that I may bore people though, as I write a lot of nature poetry, and Autumn is such an inspiring season isn't it. Sue.

Starward's picture

 If I may say so, you should

 If I may say so, you should not worry if you bore people.  First, I doubt that you do.  Second, people who are bored by your poems will be bored by other people's poems as well.  Third, as long as you know what you are saying and trying to achieve in the poem, that's all that is needed.  I cut my teeth, poetically, on the poems of the great American poet, Wallace Stevens, and these three suggestions are mostly derived from his opinions on similar issues.  And if Pop Stevens said it was so, you can fairly much bank on it being so.


Starward

 

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, I very much

Thank you, I very much appreciate you taking the time to be so kind and helpful, I hadn't heard of Wallace Stevens before so looked him up, I enjoyed reading the couple of poems I managed to find, before I ran out of time ( animals demanding to be fed ).  I grew up reading the English poets who are rather biased towards nature and the seasons, probably why I read them so much.  Sue. x

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When I'm Blue

I read Wallace Stevens "Selected Poems" and his work is all over the net. With such tunk a tunk tunk! The day was green. As if to reach almost to man although I patch it as I can. Wallace S rocks!


 

 

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I must try and read more of

I must try and read more of his, strange I have never heard of him before : ) Sue.