Valsa George


As Autumn Runs Its Round - Poem by Valsa George

As summer reluctantly gives way
And autumn waits at the doorway
Visible changes come their way
Though they are not for long to stay

Cool is the wind that blows in soft hum
And leaves fall with the bee’s thrum
When they fall curling in hundreds down
In a deluge of colors, the lands drown

Some leaves are seen swirling afloat in space
And some fall softly across the landscape’s face
Of all the trees, the maple is a sight to relish
Which the eyes can never ever relinquish!

Orange and red, ochre and brown
Like the sparkling gems on a queen’s crown
In a variety of costumes the Earth parades
And everything, seen in a medley of shades

The trees are loaded with fruits ripe
And squirrels dart up to savour the pulp
Autumn is the season for gathering crop
When from the towering pines, acorns drop

As autumn tightens its strangling grip
And the blizzards blow in mightier sweep
The trees are stripped of all their leaves
And many a bird, deprived of its arbour, grieves

With the cruel bite of savage frost
Flowers fade and all their glamour, lost
As the days grow cold by and by
Birds in flocks begin to fly

They take on wings to warmer climes
Before the snowflakes fall in bits and piles
Soon the season falls into hushed silence
And waits for the winter with resilience!

Variety, we know, is life’s flavouring spice
And all seasons have their beauty and grace
But each has its own distress and decrement
And the only way to be happy is to be content


Comments about As Autumn Runs Its Round by Valsa George

  • Bri Edwards (11/19/2015 1:46:00 PM)


    OOPS! i should have said this will be in SECTION C of November's showcase; you already have one in Section B. bri :) (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (11/19/2015 1:43:00 PM)


    In 2015, winter begins on December 21,11: 48 P.M. EST. Get more information about the winter solstice below. (this refers to the Eastern U.S.)

    i grew up in New York state and i was surprised to see online the above sentence. i think of winter as starting sooner! SO, i guess blizzards*** could occur in the Fall/Autumn!
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    ***bliz·zard
    ˈblizərd/
    noun
    noun: blizzard; plural noun: blizzards

    a severe snowstorm with high winds and low visibility.
    synonyms: snowstorm, whiteout, snow squall, snowfall; nor'easter, northeaster
    an overabundance; a deluge.
    a blizzard of legal forms
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    favorite lines, so far (and it’s not just because it mentions my favorite type of animal!) :

    “The trees are stripped of all their leaves
    And many a bird, deprived of its arbour, grieves” ………..and nice job using the commas. ;)

    “But each has its own distress and decrement
    And the only way to be happy is to be content”

    “decrement” (see below, and above) is a new word for me (I think) . I guess I understand its use here, though I believe many (especially in snowy-icy winter areas) would say winter and summer are the most severe in their pros and cons.

    as for “the only way to be happy is to be content”………. I LIKE THAT. I sometimes say I’m (almost) never “happy”, BUT I’m (almost) always “content”. :)

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    “dec•re•ment
    ˈdekrəmənt/
    noun
    noun: decrement; plural noun: decrements
    1. 1.
    a reduction or diminution.
    relaxation produces a decrement in sympathetic nervous activity
    o an amount by which something is reduced or diminished.
    the dose was reduced by 10 mg weekly decrements
    o Physics
    the ratio of the amplitudes in successive cycles of a damped oscillation.
    verb
    Computing
    verb: decrement; 3rd person present: decrements; past tense: decremented; past participle: decremented; gerund or present participle: decrementing
    1. 1.
    cause a discrete reduction in (a numerical quantity) .
    the instruction decrements the accumulator by one “
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    nice rhyming (overall) and well-told closing and opening of two seasons. very graphic!

    this shall adorn (as multi-coloured/colored leaves adorn Autumn’s deciduous trees) Section B of my/our November’s “a showcase for PH poets”.

    thanks. bri :)

    bon voyage!
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  • (9/18/2015 4:12:00 AM)


    I read it twice and I will read it again. (Report) Reply

  • (9/18/2015 4:05:00 AM)


    This poem is so beautifully written,
    it is going to be one of my favorite poem.
    Thank you-10+
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  • Akhtar Jawad (4/5/2015 10:57:00 PM)


    It's an amazing and wonderful description............................10 (Report) Reply

  • (11/5/2014 8:52:00 AM)


    A cloudy day of autumn and your lovely poem....Perfect morning! Wishing you all the joy of changing season. (Report) Reply

  • (9/3/2014 1:34:00 PM)


    Yes all seasons have their fairness and grace and distress and decrement as well and the only way of happiness is being content......Valsa.......all the lines beautifully woven and after all all your poems on Nature
    are outstanding creations.................10/10
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  • (11/5/2013 8:02:00 AM)


    Lovely poem to read. Fall colors so amazing and vibrant. Love them all. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (11/3/2013 1:41:00 AM)


    Orange and red, ochre and brown
    Like the sparkling gems on a queen’s crown
    Season beautifully described and finishing the poem with a beautiful conclusion. Thank you.
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  • Dinesh Nair (11/2/2013 10:19:00 AM)


    An autumn harvest that many of us cannot see in real has been well portrayed here. As the canvas is fair and the sketches are clear who else can be behind it than the one and only Valsa George. (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul (11/2/2013 9:43:00 AM)


    Great imagery created with words. Nature at its best. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (11/2/2013 12:01:00 AM)


    It's truly Wordsworthian poem. a message through Nature. Nature is the part of our spiritual being and teaches us lessons. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (10/31/2013 6:14:00 AM)


    A poem as satisfying as the autumn harvest - wonderful! (Report) Reply

  • (10/31/2013 2:22:00 AM)


    Cool is the wind that blows in soft hum
    And leaves fall with the bee’s thrum
    When they fall curling in hundreds down
    In a deluge of colors, the lands drown

    how the words weave the magic spell of autumn!
    the last stanza is great wisdom.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013


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