Fay Slimm.





Scarf-weather today for the first time
since lazy summer
started its hasty decline.

With throat woolly-muffled and cosy
I feel no hurry
to reach sooner my home.

Beneath sun-shiny blueness I saunter
along content with
autumn's fresh morning.

Take time to dawdle and daydream,
hear bare treetops sigh
as squall strips off last leaves.

Walk ousts sleep as drousy brains
doused with dawn air
stay wakefully keen all day.

I adore exploring  the crunchy crisp
cool of beautiful
autumnal mornings like this


  • Laura

    My Dear Fay,

    Your poem “Beautiful” is dreamy and delightful as is your choice of pic!
    I love these lines...
    “Walk ousts sleep as drowsy brains
    doused with dawn air
    stay wakefully keen all day.”

    Beautifully expressed!


  • Michael Edwards

    An inspirational piece - and I too love mornings like this - a gentle walk in Autumn's arms.

    • orchidee

      You had that gentle walk, M., or you battled the elements of wind and rain?!

      • Michael Edwards

        Always suffer from the wind.

      • orchidee

        Not so bad with the sun-shiny blueness, but horrid if black as thunder! A fine write Fay.
        Oh well only about a month to go, and it gets lighter again! Wishing the year away?!

      • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

        Your crisp imagery detailing Autumn walks brings us to the realization that Summer's warmth has left us for another year.

        Nicely written, Fay. :-)

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        YES INDEED FAY ~ Winter has visited the East (Essex) as well as the West ! Love the picture it screams AUTUMN. For ANGELA it is 20+ C and it will be Summer in 2 weeks (December !) I love Poems in triplets ! Your meter is perfect so it flows beautifully as free verse with a soupcon of half~rhyme ! Scarf weather ~ well wrapped up to watch the last leaves falling enjoying the crunch of the leaves and the crisp of the day ~ AMEN. Thanks for caring ~
        Yours as always ~ BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

      • Goldfinch60

        Beautiful write about my favourite time of the year - thank you.

      • Joe Dawson

        Tons of wood where I live, tons of leaves, made up for by the priceless colours of autumn, leaves that fall like snow, a crisp walk, on a crisp day ... you have captured it all dear Fay. Joe

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