24 Oct


Winds at dawn, dewdrops

shivering on blades of green

grass; windows rattle and

leaves slide across the veranda

floor; bellowing clouds clutter the

skies, ice crystals’ form a

wonderland upon the rocky shore.

The radiance of a rising sun spreads

into the new day, flowers are gone;

the field of Poppies’ are now only a

waving sea of red in memory.

The garden filled with a bounty of

squash, gourds and pumpkins cover

the ground…

The land is ready to sleep, yet it cringes

with the thoughts of ice and snow that

will soon be here; but first it must wait

patiently for the golden autumn to disappear.



Posted by on October 24, 2015 in Poetry


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11 responses to “Autumn

  1. reocochran

    October 25, 2015 at 1:03 am

    Ice crystals are coming soon here, too. We had frost last week. Your wonderland description filled me with happy acceptance, we can’t go back to summer until 9 more months. . .

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  2. sedge808

    October 25, 2015 at 3:54 am


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  3. milliethom

    October 25, 2015 at 9:00 pm

    Beautifully written, Elizabeth; so many lovely descriptions. I can’t say we usually have ice crystals as early as this, but there’s a definite nip in the air. I love the description the summer poppies, ‘now only a waving sea of red in memory’.

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  4. luckyjc007

    October 26, 2015 at 12:43 am

    Nice poem, enjoyed it! 🙂

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  5. bowmanauthor

    October 26, 2015 at 4:48 pm

    Lovely. How could we ever stand the cold of winter without the colors of fire in autumn?

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