Wan tired sun on dozing fields;
Leaves spiraling down to fall asleep;
The calm that follows summers flush:
The earth has given birth.
Blooded bushes to feed the birds:
Black sloes to spice the gin.
The corn gathered for bread and beer;
The earth can now relax.
In country church the harvest Hymn
The thank the earth for plenty.
The warmth has gone, freeze yet to come
Limbo is in the air.
Speedos away, dig out the scarf,
Sun Cream gives way to flu jab.
Bangs flash whizzers, children shriek
Bonfire burns down low.
Halloween gone, bonfire over;
And Christmas still awaited.
Coats and gloves are now essential:
The earth at last can sleep.
Dean Bottomley's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Autumn by Dean Bottomley )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Edna St. Vincent Millay
(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
- Alone, Edgar Allan Poe
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Dreams, Langston Hughes
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- Mother to Son, Langston Hughes