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Fay Slimm

(Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

Autumn Comes Running


Too soon comes Autumn, as nipping the heels
Of unwary Summer, it stealthily seals
Small changes in heavily leaf-laden trees.
Summer fruits begin dropping, balanced astride
Branches festooned, in which Autumn takes hide
Before battle commences it's shivery breeze
Which scatters browned leaves, to bring to their knees
Beaten down Summer days of warm ease.

Autumn comes running, nor waits to abide
While brave Summer blooms adjust to it's ride.
It tosses, relentless, all 'Summer' it sees
Havocing treetops, nor does it allay
It's mischievous goadings for yet one more day.
Scurrying birds sense each warning of chill.
Consistently peck around my window-sill,
Fattening on seeds before temperatures freeze.

Autumn comes running
To stay.

Submitted: Thursday, September 04, 2008

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  • Ian Bowen (10/3/2008 2:43:00 PM)

    Fay, you got this one dead right. I love atmosphere in a poem, and this had an abundance.10/10
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  • Andrew mark Wilkinson (10/1/2008 8:29:00 AM)

    Did we have a summer Fay..? must have took a nap and missed that, winter into Autumn and back again at least it feels that way, loverly poem fay.. Andrew 10 (Report) Reply

  • Lynda Robson (10/1/2008 7:13:00 AM)

    Autumn is my favourite season, and as I was reading your poem, I could hear the leaves blowing around outside, it added to the atmosphere, well penned
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  • Susan Jarvis (9/11/2008 9:10:00 AM)

    An interesting rhyme scheme coupled with sensory linguistics. A magnificent trubute to a beautiful season. Well done, Fay! S :) (Report) Reply

  • Yvette Smith (9/10/2008 6:51:00 AM)

    This is a lovely depiction of Autumn not as a time for mourning, but of hurried change...there is an exiciting buzz in the rythmical flow of the metre (Report) Reply

  • Bob Blackwell (9/7/2008 11:57:00 AM)

    LOvely description of Autumn, all those lovely colours. I believe the swallows have already left to visit me down south. 10/10 (Report) Reply

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