A Day In Autumn Poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas
A Day In Autumn
It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last
Leaves adding their decoration
To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening
In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up
From the day’s chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph
Of the bright scene, something to wear
Against the heart in the long cold.
Can somebody please critically analyse this poem for me,I have an assignment on it PLEASE :)
There is a beauty that resides in the season, that only the heart can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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