Autumn

Tony Grannell

When leaves succumb to colder days,
to wilt on aching trees.
Then taken by lamenting winds
like rusted memories.

Where wary flowers slight the fall,
undressing hues to sleep.
They’ll feign their deaths ’till seasons pass,
come spring their colours reap.

Our feathered friends to foreign lands,
o’er mighty oceans ye.
Ye heaven-faring wanderers,
ye minstrels o’er the sea.

When sun from gold to silver morns
on hard-laid northern hills.
The noble stag to lead his clan
and brave the highland chills.

Come colder winds to sweep the land,
the early frosts of morn.
The moldy rains bring ills and pains
and graveyards left to mourn..

When summer sheds to autumn’s will
her days in naked dress.
I rise to greet her morning’s brace
for I love her nonetheless.

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  • sorenbarrett

    I love the cadence of your poems Tony they are classically romantic in nature with a meter that pulls the reader along. I also love nature and this one certainly fits the bill. Not only this but metaphor comes into play another of my favorites so with all three it makes it perfect

    • Tony Grannell

      Hello, Soren,

      It's like receiving a trilogy of likes, a shamrock as it were. Most kind of you indeed, truly, my friend.

      Fond regards,

      Tony.

      • sorenbarrett

        Most welcome Tony

      • Friendship

        Well written

        • Tony Grannell

          Thank you very much, Friendship, kind of you to drop by.

          Fond regards,

          Tony.

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Tony, you certainly give autumn its due here. I especially like that you let the season carry both beauty and loss without trying to separate the two. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • Tony Grannell

            Hello, Tristan,

            I did'nt want to get too romantic, it's not really a romantic season. Your words find me in a state of gratitude, very much so.

            Fond regards,

            Tony.

          • Thomas W Case

            Beautiful work. Vivid and sharp.

            • Tony Grannell

              Hello, Thomas,

              Thank you very much for dropping by, most kind of you.

              Wishing you much happiness,

              Tony.



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