Sandra Fowler

Rookie (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

Autumn Bound

Poem by Sandra Fowler

The boy caught in a dizziness of leaves,
Flinches as colors fall from wind-clogged eaves
Shouts as their shadows race across his sleeves.

Runaway brightness dances with the air..
The child claps for their freedom unaware
Their ride for sky has stripped the landscape bare.

someone who speaks leaf language should explain
Trees have no power to take them back again,
For beauty blinds young eyes to dark and rain.

The boy turns merrily around and round
Heedless of helpless whispers from the ground.
He does not know some things are autumn bound.

Empty tree shapes blowing upon the hill,
Sing him no hint of the November chill.
Because for him, time never has stood still.


Comments about Autumn Bound by Sandra Fowler

  • Khairul AhsanKhairul Ahsan (7/20/2013 12:08:00 AM)

    Each and every stanza is unique. Loved reading this poem, joy overflowing.
    someone who speaks leaf language should explain
    Trees have no power to take them back again,
    Thank you, dear poet, for introducing me to 'leaf language'. I too am, in the Autumn of life. Am but a leaf of a big tree waiting my turn to fall!(Report)Reply

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  • Walterrean Salley (11/24/2009 11:00:00 PM)

    There is much I love about this poem, among which are its 'life lessons.'

    Second stanza: Speaks of sacrifices. Ironically, life is a trade-off. One thing for another.

    Third stanza: 'Leaf language.' Would that I understood leaf language when young. I would have understood, indeed, that the tree has no power to take them back again.

    Fourth stanza: Some things are autumn bound.

    Lovely irony. Powerful imagery. Beautifully done.(Report)Reply

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  • Sonya Florentino (4/4/2009 6:38:00 PM)

    sometimes I wish I were that little girl (or little boy) still...innocence is indeed bliss...(Report)Reply

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  • Bill Grace (9/29/2007 12:28:00 AM)

    Line 9 is for me the electric zinger in this piece. BG(Report)Reply

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  • Bill Grace (9/29/2007 12:24:00 AM)

    A chuckle for sure but for myself a little hard to love this celebration of autumn. My problem not being with the poem but with the season which was a harbinger of the Upstate New York winters that I hated and suffered quite a bit from. A very lovely poem for those who have been blessed to stay on the sunny side of autumn. Bill Grace(Report)Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjrFrank James Ryan Jr...fjr (9/20/2007 10:02:00 PM)

    You write with such quenching depiction, and poetic verve....This piece, as all your work excels in all basics of literary principle...and is yet another paradigm of what contemporary poetry is all about! Cheers, young lady!

    FjcR(Report)Reply

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  • Alison Cassidy (5/14/2007 8:51:00 PM)

    This one is bursting with youth and innocence and brightly swirling colours. In particular I love the lines 'someone who speaks leaf language should explain/ trees have no power to take them back again'. A joyful piece. love, Allie xxxx(Report)Reply

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  • Mary Naylor (12/28/2006 8:57:00 PM)

    I love this poem so full of the drama of life and death and all that is in between.(Report)Reply

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  • Robert Howard (7/30/2006 11:53:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this poem very much. Fine perspective beautifully crafted.(Report)Reply

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  • Will Barber (6/12/2006 8:23:00 AM)

    Thank you for sharing this wonderful boy with your readers. It's best that children not know - quite yet - that we are Autumn Bound.(Report)Reply

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  • R H (5/7/2006 2:18:00 PM)

    Autumn is perhaps my favourite season and you have captured this beautifully. The rhythm and rhyme caught the flurry of autumns colour.

    'Runaway brightness dances with the air..
    The child claps for their freedom unaware
    Their ride for sky has stripped the landscape bare. '

    Really loved these lines. Leaf language indeed! Warmest wishes, Justine(Report)Reply

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  • Michael Gale (3/19/2006 3:10:00 PM)

    I do love the world of poetry as it's visualed imagery penetrates my taste yearning senses.This poem was definitely a filet mignon or peeled precooked shrimp(sorry, i do not like cavier as it taste way too salty.) of the poetry world. But i do love and
    enjoy shrimp! As i do enjoy this well written literature. Excellent poem.
    A definite ten on my scorecard. Best regards-Mike Gale.(Report)Reply

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  • Sylvia Spencer (2/27/2006 5:26:00 AM)

    Sandra this has just got so much depth and content, no wonder you across the Atlantic love the fall, great poem scores a big fat 10(Report)Reply

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  • Emma Johnson (2/9/2006 1:50:00 PM)

    A marvellous animation of autumn leaves. And what better interpretation of 'leaf language' than yours, Sandra.(Report)Reply

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  • Joseph Daly (12/9/2005 5:37:00 AM)

    This is superb. The imagery is excellent and the inventiveness of lines such as those in the third stanza is pure genius.(Report)Reply

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  • Rajaram RamachandranRajaram Ramachandran (11/24/2005 7:14:00 PM)

    Trees have their language too, as you say. They dropp their leaves to survive the onslaught of the seasonal changes. They again bring fresh leaves in their places at the ideal seasons. It is a pleasure for the young ones to play over the fallen leaves. The words in the poem to bring out this vision are so simple and lovely to read.(Report)Reply

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  • Ashka Pandya (11/9/2005 8:15:00 PM)

    DEAR SANDRA,
    its ofcourse a wonderful poem..sounds great to me....
    ASHKA(Report)Reply

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  • ***** ********* (11/9/2005 6:51:00 PM)

    Sandra, this poem of yours has the wonderful innocence tripping along in it as the child, but I have to disagree with the concept that the trees have no power, they sprout new leaves every year, year upon year. I love the wonderful perfection of their shape, they are just so cool. 10 from a tree lover Tai(Report)Reply

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  • Lucy BurrowLucy Burrow (11/9/2005 6:49:00 PM)

    After my own heart there Sandra, a lovely poem, I could see the boy quite clearly. Thank you for sharing it.
    Regards, Lucy(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 9, 2005