Abundance.
Autumn,
Season of burgeoning juice, lusty-tongued weeks
fermenting with beauty how ready your fat ripe fountain
when sun-seared tawny crops drop tall harvest
on heads of ears crusted with fruit.
Autumn,
spreader of russet through emerald lushness yet
positioned to walk you sew knots in dash and dawdle
as dawn, webbed in gilt gossamer stops swell
of hedge-berries by viscous dew.
Autumn,
augustal minnion you paint mellow 'tween blaze
of finished July to shed quiet on growth's gaudy face
and lace with dampening change Sol's great
need for chasing not-bloodied music.
Autumn,
of late begins to bulge, bellies as eighth-month
weight nudges toward deflation of plenty, sheds longer
nights over sated abundance and brings
an end to frenetic maturing.
Autumn,
as bounty's rich voice allows vocal September
time to rehearse you now wait in reaped wings as seed,
of dried wealth pays noteable dividends
before winter's cold solo re-tunes.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With a nod to the great Keats I again air my humble take on the season of lushness. Do hope you enjoy.
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'to shed quiet
on growth's gaudy face
and lace
with dampening change
Sol's great'..
simply Beautiful, dear Fay
I read and imagine the breeze, gathering
and autumn's wings, hovering
whispering, its coming arrival:
' Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;'
Ah that is a favourite quote of mine too - so pleased you felt the brush of autumn's intent to un-crown summer my friend. Yoru comments are more than generous and I thank you.
Wonderful celebration of Autumn or as the americans call it, rather solemly, the fall. For autumn is possibly the most magnificent of seasons belching ripeness, health and readyness for the gruelling winter ahead. A celebration of a successful summer.
The romance of village communities coming together as one to bring home the richness of the harvest and sate the hardworked bodies with fine ale and pies full of hedge row bounty fruits and sturdy british apples.
Once again you paint wonderful pictures with your love of words.
Another 'must' for my favourites.
And your comment too my dear Dusk has the mark of one who enjoys autumnal abundance along with the workers who bring in the harvest. Bless you for faving the piece too.
Fills me with nostalgia Fay. The seasons (and Autumn especially) aren't the same where I live; although a trip to the Blue Mountains in March/April provides a flavour.
Your poem renders the richest of supplements.
And your review renders me full of gratitude Dave - you pick up the feel I had tried to express where autumn nudges the dying summer and stores away goodies for us all come the winter. Wishing you that Blue Mountain trip where you taste autumn flavour again .
A lush write Fay.
So glad you attach the word lush to your comment dear Orchi - for lush indeed is the riches I tried to express in the verse.
Wonderful words on Autumn, my favourite season of them all.
Andy
I had the feeling you would like autumn the best dear Andy - such an abundance and an easing of labour for those who have given long hours to bring in a harvest. Thank you for the read of humble tribute dear Andy.
Loved your lush description of Autumn. A time of plenty, of brilliant colors, of fruitful fields, and what seems a a time of gathering.
Your poem also, was descriptively luscious. Loved it.
Yes your comment describes autumn well Phil - - so inherent in all our natures is gathering the best of the harvest and storing it closely before the hunger of winter sets in. Grand that you liked the read my friend..
Poetic tributes to this, the most golden of seasons just dont get any better dear lady Fay ....... I have no doubt whatsoever that Keats would give you a thumbs up .... x
Wow - Keats giving my word-work thumbs up you say - - - You spoil me you do -- but dont stop cos I like it.......... bless ya for stopping my way for an autumnal read dear amigo...........x
Such a beautiful tribute to my very favorite season. Through your gentle words I can see it, smell it, feel it. On my autumnal walks my goal is always to catch a falling leaf. I Keep them in a sealed bag and each time I add
one I marvel at their color and shape, something tangible to always remind me of how incredible nature is.
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