A Quiet Autumn. Poem by Fay Slimm

A Quiet Autumn.

Rating: 5.0


November falls mildly this year, and smiles
On afternoon strolls, beckoning boldly
Through grey clouding skies, as mile upon mile
Surrounds us, in stylish profusion, yet bringing
More mellowed finery cocooned under
Ageing, untidy greens. Fashioned now in
Patches of yellowy gorse, which blunders
Pushily through hedgerows of sun-weary
Browns, with praiseworthy splashes of brighter
Than buttercup flowers, they lighten dreary
Old blackberry bushes, now ready for striking
Their own winter pose. Buzzard flies low, scans
Lacy trees, ready naked for Autumn's planned
Passionless sleep. It seems lust for growing
Must be on hold. Miniscule diamonds float
Mistily down, quickly wetting the ground,
So, taking our cue, we leave without sound.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Karla Bardanza 16 November 2008

Beautiful poem! I read it in a loud voice and the effect is simply fantastic!

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Kris Smith 16 November 2008

Oh lovely write Fay so nicely said your pen is working well my friend your thoughts too Chris 10

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 16 November 2008

I Don't know about the mild bit, but a very nice poem Fay.. Andrew 10

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Tom Balch 16 November 2008

A really nice piece Fay,10 with thanks Tom

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Sandra Fowler 23 November 2008

Thank you for permitting me to take a virtual walk in your serene autumnscape. It was a soothing experience. Lovely work. Warm regards, Sandra

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Susan Bagley 10 July 2009

This is lovely Fay, A beautiful portrait of Autumn. You will see Autumn theme repeated many many times in my work. It is my favorite season of all. With such a bounty of beauty and delight how can a poet Not love Autumn? thank you for sharing this one. Susan

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Deva De Silva 22 January 2009

Simply breath-taking! I went along this stroll seeing wild flowers and tasting berries interpreting it as my own experience. Your poems are a mind-expanding treat! The following speaks of you being one with the landscape...it suggests the illimitability of our ability to be one with the nature... 'So, taking our cue, we leave without sound' Just so the right way to end it

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Michael Gale 29 November 2008

Great poem. Thought provoking. I, not being from England-had to look up the word gorse. Still-a great poem. God bless all poets-MJG.

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Sid John Gardner. 29 November 2008

Beautiful Fay.Autumn is a magical time.to experience passion with a loved one among golden russet, falling leaves and cooling breeze.Warmed by sharing a mulled wine and a mince pie.. Sid.

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Robert Howard 28 November 2008

A beautiful Fall landscape that captures the mood of my favorite season perfectly.

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Fay Slimm

Fay Slimm

in Cornwall U.K.
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