Fay Slimm.

Autumn Comes Running.




Autumn Comes Running.


Too soon comes Autumn nipping the heels
of unwary Summer while it stealthily seals
little changes in all heavily leaf-laden trees.

Summer fruits begin rusting un-hinged by
the rattle of bluster in which Autumn hides.

Before battle commences its volatile breeze
scatters sudden-thin shivers through obese
sun-fattened orchards with capricious ease.

Autumn comes hastily nor will stand aside
while Summer adjusts to its dynamic stride.

It tosses relentless as with bounty it plays
and douses growth's hold by raining days
of voracious havoc on summerends's fate. 

Scurrying birds sense the warning of chill
and hungrily peck something able to fill.


Life for cold season now battens to face
all rose-buds crumble then affable fades
knowing Autumn comes running to stay.


  • dusk arising

    Heralded by amber leaf-fall the shudder of winters proximity taints these late sunshiney warm days.

    The sadness of losr summer runs between your lines as well you depict this seasonal demise. Bills pecking at your windowsill brings reassurance of homely warmth and continuance.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Your comment as always is full of encouragement and in -put of your considered thoughts on the subject - thank you most sincerely dear D for reviewing my take on Autumn.

    • Saxon Crow

      Very well encapsulated poem Fay. You've mailed that autumnal feel perfectly

      • Fay Slimm.

        And you are so generous Sax in assuring me that the message I meant to get through about autumn touched your heart too - thanks a load my friend.

      • Teddy.15

        Dear Fay, Just beautiful, utter graciousness and flawless imagery. I adore this magnificent season and all the poetry that comes with it. 🤗

        • Fay Slimm.

          Yes dear Teddy this is the season that seems to inspire a lot of poetic expression - great to know you enjoyed my take on autumn and all it brings.

        • orchidee

          A fine write Fay.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Thank you Mr O - so pleased you enjoyed the piece about autumn.

          • L. B. Mek

            'It tosses relentless as with bounty it plays
            and douses growth's hold by raining days'..
            I just love the moody, crunching cadence of early autumnal atmosphere
            that quietude lull, as summer's vibrancy dials down and our sky's start to get a little dusky
            but still, we're gifted with sublime sunshine moments in-between the life nourishing droplets of nature's abundance,
            such a unique season and how quickly it comes and goes, sandwiched between lethargic Summer and far too eager, Winter...
            (a great read, dear Fay
            thank you, for sharing it again)

            • Fay Slimm.

              You adorn the subject of autumn's arrival so eloquently in this thoughtfully phrased review L.B.and thanking you deeply too for all your kindly encouragement to poets who post here .

            • Neil Higgins

              Autumn is a magical time of the year in my opinion Fay.I love walking on a dry but cold day,looking at all of nature's display on show.And as where you are I suppose,here in Warwickshire,the lanes and fields suddenly bring poetic licence into shape and form.
              I always go into Winnie the Pooh,and Christopher Robin mode.

              • Fay Slimm.

                I love you in the Pooh mode my friend - keep that ink flowing and glad my post on autumn gave you a kick-start to write about those magical walks.

              • Neville

                this should be an annual celebration x

                • Fay Slimm.

                  And you should know that is the kindest of things to say bout my post on autumn amigo -- masses of thanks as ever............. Fay x

                • Robert Haigh

                  Eloquently expressed, Fay. I love all the seasons, although I'm always a little sad to see the end of summer. I enjoyed the read!

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Yes summer has magic all of its own Robert and we are ever indebted to its abundance - I love the changes our seasons bring but do understand that many have a special favourite. Glad you know you enjoyed my take on autumn.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Good words Fay for my favourite season of them all.


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