The seasons come and go,
Come and go in our lives,
When suddenly we find
Autumn is upon us once more.
As we go wandering with nature
Changes can be seen,
The beautiful colours abound,
The reds, oranges and yellows
Show us the canvas created
In this wondrous colourful time.
The leaves falling around us
Giving us a carpet of brown,
And there in the carpet
We see the red apples,
Red apples fallen,
Fallen from the trees
Laying side by side with mushrooms,
Pure white mushrooms,
And berries gleaming,
Gleaming on the bushes,
All waiting to be picked.
Those are the days
When we gather in our home.
As the days get colder
The fire gets lit,
And we gather around it
To be together for warmth.
The clocks change,
The evenings are earlier,
And as darkness falls
We await that knock,
Knock on the door
Where the Halloween witches
Demand trick or treat.
We look out the window
The flowers are dying,
Leaves are on the ground,
But they will be raked away
Leaving the green grass,
The green grass glowing
Until that time,
That time when winters snow
Covers all in pure white,
And the New Year calls us,
Calls us into Spring.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This week when I went to see Joyce in the Care Home they had asked me to read them some of my poetry, which I did and they seemed to enjoy it. One of the carers who organises events, including this one, had gone round the home and asked residents to give her a word or phrase about autumn. These words and phrases she gave to me to see if I could write a poem with them in it. This is it and I will be taking it in to them today.
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Comments6
A fine write I'm sue they will enjoy Gold. I've heard of St Luke's Summer, if it is warm weather on or around his day - Oct 18th.
Thank you Orchi, I hope they will.
And - should I go and sing to them? Or would that ruin everything?!
Sing-a-long Orchi, that is what I am doing today, they have a weekly sing-a-long and they have changed it to Friday mornings, when I go and see Joyce, so that I can help them with the singing - I could help you as well.
A wonderful collection of diverse happenings in Autumn and I am sure the residents with Joyce will treasure your reading today - thank you dear Andy for sharing it with us.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
Autumn in the air today great write Andy
It certainly is Andrew.
What a wonderfully graceful tribute poem for Joyce, A marvellous read and tinged with a poignant emotional pull on the hearts of readers. Fantastic job written...
Thank you Kevin, you are most kind.
And so are you, my dear friend. Always good to read your work and a pleasure when we met up on here...
As poets go, you have shown your mantle with these finely tuned words.
Much appreciated Suresh.
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