Michael Shepherd Autumn Poems

It’s autumn here: the leaves fall brown,
the nights are cold and frosty,
the days are shorter and shorter,
there’s snow on the way…
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Gathering rosebuds with my rake;
the wooden tines scraping
over the gravel path
bringing a token of order
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these late autumn days
leaves fall like poems
green as new thoughts
yellow as wisdom
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These wild, rough autumn days
as cooling Northern hemisphere
shudders towards its equinox
with gales and rain and blown-off leaves,
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Today the soft rain is
not falling, rather blessing,
as gentle as mercy,
making the air
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