Autumn Fields Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Autumn Fields
I look across the autumn fields
So brown and bare for cut and turned,
By blades of plough that scarred the land
Where summer wheat did sway,
The crows now climb the clods of earth
All strewn with shafts of golden straw,
While swiftless skies are silent
As September slips away.
The hedges cut where hawthorn grew
And blossomed in the early spring,
Beside the path where fallen leaves
Lie scattered on the floor,
Where once the pretty daisies grew
With dandelions amongst the grass,
Now just the fading clover stays
As winter nears once more.
The border trees stand lightly tinged
With amber flecks amongst the green,
Their faintest shadows rest upon
The undulating ground,
As evening sunlight slowly falls
And cloudless skies begin to glow,
I hold the comfort that the spring
Shall quickly come around.
Copyright. Andrew Blakemore 2009
Andrew, Very refreshing, vivid poetry....I reallly enjoyed reading this beautiful piece.
Scenes of change of season and hope of seeing better season are depicted sensibly well!
Thank you Andy for a walk around the Autumn fields, and the hope of Spring around the corner, 10 Lynda xx
The border trees stand lightly tinged With amber flecks amongst the green, ................................................................................................................. / it is very beautiful.../ I hold the comfort that the spring Shall quickly come around. ................................................................................................ /And with this hope we live too, Andrew/ Best wishes, Tsira
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5/4/2024 7:19:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That Autumn view again, and it never fails to inspire one. As always this is a perfect rendering at this time of year, the mind fills with all the rich colours spread out for us to view. A delightful piece and a pleasure to read. My thanks for the opportunity to do so. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX