I turned today and Autumn broke
Before my eyes on fields of gold.
Whispered low-key on each haystack
And curled itself through bonfire smoke.
Summer's colour starts unfolding
In cool mists, pales and loses track.
I felt today that Autumn showed
Its hold. Summer, palling, flutters
To the ground. Cracking sound of twigs
Snapping from each tree, as slowly
East wind saps them, then it mutters
Warnings round the wires of riggings.
I sensed today, as Autumn fell
Into hedgerow's berry harvest
Time now to measure well ripe juice,
As chance of losing who can tell?
Nights wrapped in chill will do their best
To blight it, - with Autumn as excuse.
a field of golden harvest wheat hay is bailed, time now, for trick or treat a reddened sun in the evening sky northern hemisphere, kisses summer goodbye
A beautiful poem about Autumn Fay, you have described it all so well, 10 Lynda xx
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This is such picturesque imagery Fay and I love how the first line of each stanza is Autumn broke, showed and fell. Glorious poetry as always. 10 love Karin