Extravagance.
Such an autumn it is when hands
grow sticky with berry-black nectar and love
prepares jars of juicy jams,
when hedgerows grow bounty and
orchards lean heavy with ready fruit burdens
over-stretching every branch.
Such an autumn it is when timing
now ripe allows burgeoning show of harvest
abundance in mature vines,
when no cupboard empties of food
and scrubbed table-tops creak under laden
weight of grown gems to cook.
Such an autumn it is when in sheer
extravagant glut seasonal wealth explodes
giving workers welcome cheer.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Beautiful fruit filled write. I can remember gathering blackberries and plums in autumn - wonderful times.
Your lovely poem just proves that harvest time is the best time of the year!
A mellow-fruitfulness of a write - great piece Fay.
Yes, good write Fay.
Another gift in the form of words. Your poem took me to my childhood in the farms in Brazil. We had the seasons and Autumn was so beautiful with the fruits smelling great everywhere. And yes, we had abundance of fresh food. A lot of work too. Thanks for bringing me those memories.
A mouth-watering portrayal of my favorite season, Fay, when my spirit comes alive! Love it.
Beautifully written
SUCH AN AUTUMN IT IS INDEED ~ FAY ! Due to the abundance of Sun & Rain ~ AUTUMN came early S E England as well ! Wild blackberries in August and more Apples in my MUM's GARDEN than we can use. Polished packaged and sold ~ 50p for 3 ~ at the College Pensioners Club to raise funds for the McMillan Nurses ! Love the Poem and its Autumn Joy and I fell in Love with the Picture ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours as ever BRIAN
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