Alison Cassidy (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

You have captured the end of the season with all the flourish, grace and romance of an accomplished master of language. There are some stunningly beautiful images at play here, and Lillian has mentioned them all - I agree wholeheartedly! S :)

great imagery! i feel absorved by this poem

You have some great images in this memorable poem. Some of my favorites are:
'when the beech tree’s yellow dress
has rusted...
when the white bones of the birch
are exposed...
when single leaves
dance solos....
and you and I touch toes
tenderly
under the doona.'
The ending has a bit of surprise to it, I wasn't expecting anything romantic, but it fits perfectly.

Very charming poem, the coolness of autumn described with warmth and romance.

Allie, Lovely description of Autumn. Must be colder in OZ as our maples are still flaming red and lovely. Cold nights though, so lovely to touch toes in bed. 10+ Bob

'It’s the tattered end of autumn
when bed beckons
and the moon is bright,
and you and I touch toes
tenderly
under the doona'

now that is a great picture you v painted..liked every line of it...so very beautiful....'you and I touch toes tenderly under the Doona'.... nice phrase....10++++

love shan

t’s the tattered end of autumn,
when the white bones of the birch
are exposed
and its last leaves
cling
like baby koalas.................oh it is yet wonder as we move on across the stream being slowly shattered and tatters by flow, bone comes out being half backed by skin onto the last leaf yellow falling, ingenious write by the imagery,10+++, thanks for sharing

Effective use of repitition amongst the array of vivid images you conjure up. Great imagery throughout - I particularly love this line..

'and its last leaves
cling
like baby koalas.' you take the reader to an Australian Autumn and reinforce this sense of place with the colloquial vocabulary in the final stanza. Love it Allie...

You have painted Autumn in its true colors-and though it’s Spring here in NY (and feels like summer today) , your last stanza makes me want to run to my bed and snuggle under the covers!

The nostalgia, the vividness and the solace of autumn beautifully expressed.
There is also more than a hint of such a rich season in human lives
as well. Beautiful poem, Alison.

Love,

SandraX