Autumn Crowds For A Second Coming

Rating: 5.0

They'd been waiting, moments, minutes or hours
After their air-borne journey down.
Dressed in their finery:
Every conceivable shade, fashionable and seasonal:
Yellows, reds, golds and browns,
From bright amber to burnt umber,
They thronged the pavements and verges,
Feet deep and desperate to dance.

At my coming,
They came alive,
The crest of their Mexican Wave of colour
Constant at my window
No matter whether I speeded or slowed,
The more impetuous among them
Spilling onto the road behind me
Like some glorious wake,
Frantically rushing and racing to keep up:
Failing of course,
Gradually to scatter to the gutter,
There to await a second coming.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rani Turton 25 November 2008

Was that in Mexico? The imagery is strong and vibrant!

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Kevin Wells 18 November 2008

Don't know where you've been, but this postcard sounds fun! Lots of colour and vibrancy and in the best tradition.... Wish I was there!

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